When I was a boy I used to keep ladybirds or grasshoppers in a jar, prized possessions to be looked after and cared for. The thought struck me, wouldn’t it be great if you could keep something that wasn’t tangible in a jar like, thoughts, words or ideas.
A song in a jar
I happened upon a song one day, by chance,
as I caught on the wind a melody sublime,
it’s nigh perfection made my senses dance
and lose in reverie all thoughts of time.
A smile from my face I could not keep,
gorging on each of it’s ethereal notes,
it’s sensual beat pulsed inside me deep,
while it’s rhythm around me ever floats
I feared this gift would somehow be lost,
with years spent searching near and far.
I could not reason if faced with such cost,
so keep safe my song, there in that jar.