had a music man once, an Ohio man
loved him with all my heart at first meeting
loved his hands, his mouth
the way he sang, played harmonica
and guitar

yes, I had a music man once
saw him eating ice cream from its container
at a party in Berkeley
and when we talked and walked, I believed it was love

didn’t take much
no effort
just ease
comfort
pleasures
contentment

but twenty years later
he turned me aside
went away to find his soul
went exploring those other options
temptations that seem to just present themselves
leaving me wondering about the ties that bind

transient love
I found a music man

and now music makes me feel so alone
there are scars and I am
afraid of loving again

music is eternal
music men, they come and go
and when they take their music with them
the other music takes its place
tunes that leave you with a big, empty hole
a big empty hole