Amateur's Musing

Quiet is the house; work and learn do I,

Records of music are not playing

Joyful am I, my mind's not straying

The world is fall; varied is the sky.

In my work mindset I do reside

Courses, classes, schedules and all else

Are piled 'round waiting for results

I wonder how they're to be applied.

To interrupt is detrimental;

Spoken words are altered so.

Let man finish his oratory...

But why be very sentimental?

In missing language, friends are not forgot;

The struggles and all the worried nights

Oft spent in hasty, nervous fright

Though in the end we were well taught.

The paintings of then are studied naught 

Famed artists who've etched their hearts upon

Canvas and hist'ry, on and on.

Favorites are instead earnestly sought.

The scripting never runs away,

It's captured in the deepest part

Held close, expressive in the heart.

Inspired writing, day after day.

When it seems all is taking its leave,

Music and notes remind one of all

If only to walk down mem'ry's hall

Where thoughts and notes are slowly weaved.

Still and quiet does the house remain

Records of music are not playing

Joyful am I, though my mind's been straying,

God does not give us mem'ries in vain.