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Since the music I posted is pending approval my page is empty so I'm posting a poem I wrote to fill the void:
The butterflies have gone
I never am surprised we only play the same old song
and dance a little while but I know just where it will lead
The years reveal a pattern which has narrowed gradually
How can I break it but to shatter all we've nurtured
Like a planted tree that's grown up as we sat upon the porch
Until it blocks the scenery and must be hewn?
Cannot be pruned because it is the trunk itself which blocks the view
I'd rather fell it outright than but lop it off halfway,
Watch the wretched stump attempt to grow itself anew,
Robbed of all the leaves that let it feed upon the day
Devoid of all the beauty I once knew
Is this which we've helped to grow a stationary thing?
Perhaps my simile is flawed and love comes like the spring
Not every day can have the same improving feel of march,
But there are places we could move where winters aren't so harsh -
Where even in December we could find a little fun
Or sit and watch the butterflies that flutter in the sun.