Music and Memories

As I grow older and the years fly quickly past
I reflect on my God entrusted talents, and I just have to ask
What have I done that was uplifting or inspiring, that will last?

I have created and sold paintings, embroidery, and published a poetry book
But my memories of writing and performing my music were hung on a hook
Closeted deep in my thoughts, I had all but forgotten and almost forsook

Don't misunderstand me or get confused
On Sundays I sing with the choir, not sit in the pew
But the sacred tunes I wrote long ago, I never even think to use

For the past twenty-five years my life has been about work and family drama
I turned to poetry and art to cope with the trauma
Writing and performing my music didn't quite fit into my Karma

I've written about my music so I wouldn't forget
That once there was a time and may still be yet
When my music was and will be performed, at a time not yet set

As for my query about creating something lasting, uplifting or inspiring
That's in God's hands, as for me, worrying about that is just too tiring
I will continue to write and create, as by the seat of my pants I'm still flying