Joining The Dots

We were talking of music, of personal styles as we had on several occasions 
And the whys and the becauses of youth and self importance
And making clear the meaning in the music was appreciated, if not by you then by me.

Who could ever have known the depth of those ancient conversations and how they would haunt me thousands of years later. 

I was playing some songs today and while they were indeed old songs, they seemed as fresh as they had then when we sat by the record player being cool with our longish hair and new shoes.

When I told you you my favourites it might just have been as if I'd handed you my diary to read aloud. You didn't see it though. You were too absorbed with your own list.

My songs were me. All of them. I wonder if anyone near me knew that.

To meet me and to talk with me was to to discover nothing but the shallow end of the pool. I kept inside everything for fear of displeasing or being thought wrong.

So my music was then and is still my life. And like all lives, it's been lived for the most part internally.  

It's unlikely to change. I never was a surface dweller and really would anyone be close enough to join up the dots...? Even if they knew there were dots to be joined. It was only I that was aware of the spaces.