Backbeat

[Bunx]

Backbeat 

Memory is a mystery to me
after years of weed and medication.
Basslines buried between bands
rhythm inherit to aging hands.

Questionnaire declares inquiries 
of favorites and bests. In my opinion
I was just happy to be there.
Where? Ask me later.

Sometimes I wonder if contentment 
grows with unearthed cognition.
Ignition of mind, to me presentism 
is a stage within rhythmic ties.

This pursuit of music is paired with life.
When alone it's a melody within thoughts,
or notes within electrical currents
played to a bandmates bass drum.

Whether it is sung, silent, or shared.
This magic that transfers through the air.
Either from the living or ghosts
melodies matter to most.

I'll keep picking until my hands cannot,
playing songs thought forgot.
Paying homage to my old friends
maybe I'll remember where and when.

[rowens]

The greenlight next to your Username shows that you are online and offline at once.
Maybe that explains things.

[Bunx]

The greenlight next to your Username shows that you are online and offline at once.
Maybe that explains things.

Hahaha sometimes I forget to close the browser on my phone. Eternally online.
Thanks for reading rowens!

[rowens]

The poem suits the message.

[Bunx]

The poem suits the message.

Making me blush haha. I took a long hiatus from music after my mental health incident last year. I've been playing more recently and feeling more like my abnormal self lol. It's good to hear this poems gets the message across. Remembering the good times is hard when you can't hardly remember.