June 01, 2013

Heavenly Notes

My father died nine years ago yesterday.  The day before, I read a beautiful poem whom the author dedicated to his dad, and this inspired me to do similar.  Music was my father's life so I'm dedicating this remembrance poem to him.  He could play ANY instrument by ear and was often asked by schools and local organisations to play piano for them.  When I was little, I thought he had magic.  He also had the voice of an angel - despite his 40 Woodbine a day and beef dripping lifestyle.  Miss you dad...!

A symphony-of-ages
Was my father to this earth
A music maestro natural
From the moment of his birth

He'd feel a certain melody
Pitch perfect, lingered notes
Voice carried on by  placid waves
Some words in double quotes

Music was his passion,
His biggest will to live
If nothing else was there to take
It was always there to give

I remember all the instruments
Even tiny ones he blew
If music be the food of love
I was nourished through and through

I still can hear him playing
Although he isn't  there
Passed on through genes, to tots and teens
Till grey streaks wisp our hair

Any type of music
Most, he very much approved
He was open to all genres
Left us happy, special, moved.

Now you're with 'The Big Man'.                                           On guitar, during the war
I bet you've sussed those harps
Coz you never understood those books
Of majors, minors, sharps.

You see, he never had a teacher
Nor read a music sheet
Just listened so intently
Captured every single beat.

All it took was seconds
For him to fathom out
What instruments were made to do             
No need to write about.

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10 comments:

Jon said...

An absolutely beautiful tribute - very touching. I'm sure he is proudly smiling....

Geo. said...

My father died 53 years ago, when I was 10. He told the most delightful stories and let us kids help make them up as he went along. I did the same with my kids. When frightened or blue, I still tell myself stories. Your lovely poem dealt with music, and universally with someone's influence having no end. Brava!

Scumbag Sam said...

Oh Lena! So sorry to hear about your dad's passing - he sounds like an amazing guy and your poem shows how much you loved him! I'm jealous of his musical abilities - must be where your boys get it from, eh? :D Hope you and the family are OK!
x

Jenny Woolf said...

What a nice smile he has, and how brilliant to be that musical. What a gift to be able to play any instrument by ear - it gives so much pleasure.

Kathe W. said...

what a magical musical dad ! Lucky you and thanks for telling us about him! Cheers!

Green Speck said...

Such a nice tribute ... a musical person always has a beautiful heart ... a very beautiful poem !!!

Scumbag Sam said...

Ps. When I re-read this post I realised it was 9 years ago, but I couldn't edit my damn post! Still love the poem and the sentiment behind it! (me and my skim reading!)
x

Rob From Amersfoort said...

Touching poem, and I love the old b&w photo.

lorik said...

A wonderful tribute to your dad. My dear dad died almost 4 months ago...perhaps I will do the same for him next year.

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