THE SOUND OF LONELINESS

A song

Photo by Nelson Eulalio on Unsplash

I have a Chiropractor I’ve been going to see for a few years now. He’s a great guy, and we get along because we both swear like troopers, like books (he only has time for Audiobooks at the moment), and we like music. When I had my incident at work in January, I told him, and he was heart-broken. You could see it on him. He told me later, that I should write some song lyrics about how I felt. I never thought about it very much. I gave up writing poetry after I wrote my ROBIN HOOD poem back when I was 19. (In case I haven’t mentioned it, it was 212 pages, in ballad form, and what one would actually call a “poetic novel.”)

So I forgot to write the song. And then the next month came around, and with it, my next appointment, and, well, I remembered that he wanted a song from me. Isn’t it funny how that works? He didn’t say that at all. He told me I should write a song, for me. It would be therapeutic. So I gave him a page with some lyrics that I scribbled out the night before—which is when he told me he didn’t mean for me to write a song for him…well, long story short, he took my words and made them into a song.

I don’t put titles on the poems I send him. I just number them. I don’t, or try not to, punctuate them. He picks out the title and figures out how he wants the words to fit. Like I said, I just send him an email with words, and he does the rest. I can’t take any credit for any of this. Okay, they’re my words, but that’s all. He plays all the instruments, hires the musicians when he needs them, he even found this singer with an amazing voice, on the internet, from Scotland.

All I can say now is I hope you like it…

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