"DEPRECIATION"
Your coat is gone
From it's accustomed
nail behind the door.
No great mud tracks
now mar the whiteness
of my fresh scrubbed floor.
A savage wind blew in
to filch the smell
of that old odorious pipe
you love so well.
Gone..............Gone
are all the intimate things
that made you dear.
Lamentable................
How commonplace they seemed
when you were here.
BEAU GALIEN...... (1930)
*******THE MUSIC********
THE MUSIC flows around me
in a convelution of soft
sentual joy and passion.
Memories flood over me
of a time when life was
gloriously passionate .
The magic of it pours,
over me as the music
carresses me once again.
Memories of days gone by
when life was beautiful
and love was all.
I can feel the warmth of
the firelight. No match for the fire
of his hands upon my skin.
The softness of the bear skin rug,
soft as his gentle touch.
Our hearts joined together
to the sound.Beating
as one to the rythem.
There was no where else
that we would rather be.
There WAS nowhere else!!
The scent of pine and birch,
Tabu and English Leather
filled our nostrils.
As the taste of Scotch
and Champaigne
mingles with persperation
and passion upon our lips,
making indellable marks
on our sensory glands.
They awaken now.
With all the other wonderful
sensations imprinted there
so long ago.
Many were the delights we shared.
We spared ourselves nothing.
We drank from the cup of life
deeply untill we were
intoxicated by it,
completely drunk with love.
We drank it all up.
We filled our minds,
our hearts and our bellies
untll there was no more.
There are no memories
to match these.
They will last forever
and comfort me
when love is gone--
like now!
When my heart is empty
of all but memories and tears,
always there will be ...the MUSIC.....
evoking, stirring...............
by Mary Edith Dillon
3-9-01
MUSIC = Love Theme From "Sleep Dirt"
Love Theme from the Motion Picture
SLEEP DIRT
By Frank Zappa
Arranged by Malice Laugh
Sax Tinkles Squeaks
April 1, 1998...........MY THANKS to FRANK for one of the most beautiful and moving pieces Ive ever heard. It inspired me to write this poem. Mary
