Heart Song

I was a famous conductor, and performing beautiful music was my joy, As diamond sunshine, to pervade darkness, finds any means to employ. Music had long been a part of me, in that I sang long before conducting, Like the famed adult bluebird choirs, lead the songs they are instructing. My much loved work kept me busy. Still, I loved every precious moment, As wild, crazy, summer colors dash afar, with no cries of encroachment. But I had a personal favorite song, which I loved more than any other, As anyone recalling their great loves, find their thoughts turn to mother! This song had held special meaning for me, for what felt like long ages, And I never tired of hearing it, as blooms will never have enough vases. I thought of the melody as 'my song,' for in my heart, it was mine alone, Like multicolored autumn leaves flying, when green summer is disowned. It was then marigold days of sultry July, and dark purple martins soared, Like finding you have heartfelt passion, for someone you once abhorred. I had just entered a restaurant, when I heard that stirring song playing, Like chattering, mischievous monkeys, swing forever in treetops, saying. Then like always, I was transported, back down nostalgic memory lane, Just as orange birds recur every springtime, singing the melodies again. As I was returning home that evening, the full moon was in the treetops, Whispering with those flashing stars, as a part of the nightly peace talks. As I went up the front porch steps, the fragrance of lilacs was tangible, As on the streets of scarlet summer, where wild blooms are fashionable! The moment I entered my house, my heart song began its playing again, As a sultry summer that's come lately, only to meet the vivid fall refrain. Though I was enraptured by extravagant music, and music was my life, Still, it was odd that it could play itself, the moment this person arrived! It seemed that the song I'd loved so long, had come to love me as well, And had determined to follow me always, like fragrances casting spells. My heart song is still pursuing, through mellow days and jasmine nights, As owl stares at a moon of rapture, and bees are off on honeyed flights. That song of precious sweet memories, greets me every room of my life, Like a red rose that blooms for you only, even where wild blooms are rife!