MUSIC FOR SALE

I was a quiet keeper of the land,
A spine of time with roots in sand.
Children danced like summer rain,
Then vanished like a passing train.


Lovers came like whispered songs,
Etched their names, then moved along.
I held their vows in silent wood,
More faithful than they ever could.


I’ve been the page they never read,
A ghost behind the words they said.
I’ve seen the rise, I’ve felt the fall,
While no one heard me stand through all.
And when they came with hands of flame,
They never even asked my name.


I watched the world in shadows shift,
Stone to steel and gift to grift.
I gave my limbs for heat and home,
But still they never left me alone.


Each ring inside, a memory burned,
Of every face that never turned.
A diary written in wind and rain,
Of joy and sorrow, loss and gain.


I’ve been the page they never read,
A ghost behind the words they said.
I’ve seen the rise, I’ve felt the fall,
While no one heard me stand through all.
And when they came with hands of flame,
They never even asked my name.


Now I lie in silent sleep,
But roots remember, memories keep.
And somewhere new leaves start to grow.......
Another watcher, built to know.