It was years ago,
But I wish it were only yesterday.
You were there,
Yes, you were there.
Melody to my counter melody,
And encouragement
For my improvement,
As my part I could not play.
Time and songs,
Performances, recitals passed.
I found a way to remember,
To improve:
I’d retreat to the river,
To the bridge;
Where I would be heard,
With none to harmonize.
At rehearsal last,
Familiar piece in folder found—
Dusted off for Christmastime;
Still I had the counter.
Remembering my old struggle,
I began to fret;
You still had the melody,
But you were absent yet.
And you still had
The encouragement,
If only in my mind;
Your words, your melody I recalled.
I played alone
And played it well;
Praise for impromptu solo
I received.
Where thanks for praise should have flowed,
My tongue instead remarked
How incomplete I, counter melody,
Was without you, melody.
How incomplete I was without you.
