Time Goes By Like A Metronome For My Melody

Of life’s rhythms

and themes, remains the

undulating song of the waves and the

melody of an old ukulele strummed

softly on the gentle sands

of the beach.

The sun is setting

slowly, stealing the warmth

from the air and plucking stars into

the sky in harmonious patterns. And as

the waking moon rushes the seas, see the c

chord ring along the old strings, singing

sweetly along the sandy seam

between the ocean and

land of tomorrow.

Make even strums

per chord, repeat them, calm

like the waves gracing the shore

as a timed and ever-present beat

One… Two… Three… Four…

next chord, move smoothly,

embrace the transition.

The sky grows

ever darker and time

goes on, each second kisses

me goodbye and watches as I

age, messing up a note when tactical

fingers miss their cue on the fret.

Keep playing, keep going,

the melody doesn’t

stop.

The strings loosen

quickly; they need to be

retuned again, and the slowly flattening

notes laugh alongside me when I finally accept

the possibility that when the sun

whispers its last goodnight,

and the tide dances in,

It may be

time to replace the

old ukelele.