thirteen to twenty,
that beauteous age
when a predatory virus
stalks young hearts,
there is no defence,
resistance is futile,
music ear worms
infect and burrow
deep within the helpless
young, becomes resident
as a lifetime’s curse
free to be sung unbid,
hummed, whistled
foot-tapped
widely played throughout
a life, requested at
many funerals too,
the music never dies
just seeks another host
© Graham R Sherwood 06/25
Pet Sounds, perhaps, Graham?
Agreed Ray but when does it start?
I guessed using personal experience!
I see you changed the ending - for the better, I think. The seeking of other hosts gives the poem more depth. Not sure about the age restriction, though.
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Stephen Gospage
Fri 13th Jun 2025 14:31
'The music never dies' is true, Graham. Having this week witnessed a director doing his best to destroy a production of 'Carmen', I consoled myself with the thought that the music will live forever.