Music in my Life

when I was young – you know – really young –
the roiling liquid essence of me – that part in your young soul
that keens and leaps and shrieks for expression –
that part of me loved music.
now I am old – you know – growing older and wondering why –
and it is a rare time when music touches the small puddle
that is left inside me --
still crying for expression, but life – you know –
those annoying little nuts and bolts and screws of life –
get in the way and leave so little time, so little time.
will I fade like so many do, never singing the song,
never making the mark, never scratching my name
onto the implacable rock?
an echo of an echo diminishing in eternal canyons…