Hey, a shout out.  Happy Birthday Dad!  Getting’ older y’know!

So, alone, and no responses or comments yet on any of my posts- and this will be my ninth I think.  Anonymity- it speaks volumes about being left alone.

Not much time to write today as time is running out on me.  Things had best get done at a record pace and this world had better clean itself up lickity- split (is that how you spell that?)

Music tonight- a concert.  Music is good, I think most everyone would agree with that right?  Maybe the definitions of what each of us thinks makes up good music is different but, still, like life and love and religion and politics there are opinions to be held and shared.  What are yours?

Please speak to me.  It’s mighty lonely in here, all alone and by my lonesome.  Is it me?  Something I said or perhaps should have said, or not said, or done, or not done…?

Have you ever felt that every turn might be the wrong one?  Sometimes I feel that way and sometimes I just hide away and remain uncounted, and unnoticed except perhaps by those who really are no longer there.  Just echoes of what once was and can be no more.  Is that too sad for you?

Music is good.  It helps me to shake or sometimes deepen a mood.  It reminds me of what was and what might still be.  It is often so beautiful and revealing by its very nature.  I really respect those who can write it, who can play it, who can bring it out for all the rest of us to hear and enjoy.

Where would we be without it I ask.  But no question marks here, not again.

Where would we be without music; or art; or books; or family; or friends; or sports; or hobbies; or likes and dislikes; or just the simple beating of our very hearts?   Question mark that, okayokay.

Time is telling and it has indeed told me so much over time.  I wish I had more time to share what it has taught me.  But I don’t so I just ask again where would we be without all of those wonderful things?

No answer?

I have one.  I would be right where I am today, right here and right now.  Alone and misfitted into life and wondering where would I be, really moreso, if I still had any of those things.  Doing without I have done.  Doing with appears to be something that I’ll be doing without.  Maybe for an unending amount of time.

Time to wrap it up I suppose; time to get on with something, anything.  Whatever that may be.  For me, for later, that is music and a concert.

Near the end my dad stopped listening to music and I never knew why- he had loved it so much and taught me so much when I was younger.  But I never knew why he stopped listening.

Today though, this day, I believe that I am beginning to understand.