I keep hearing that song.
That song you played
When you were still something.
When you were still alive.

I remember you placing
Your hand in mine, trusting
You had the moments left
To do anything.

You had your whole life.
A million breathes to take,
A whole life and everything.
When you were still alive.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 14 December 2016



Can you be stalked by a song?
Followed in and out of your dreams by a rhythm.
Melody coiled about your subconscious,
Haunting your hours hidden in the shadows.
Music in the motion of the leaves
As they dance around, spiralling down
In autumn’s romance with gravity.
Lyrics twisting their way like a river
Through the landscape of your life.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Summer Loves

photo credit: Edward Zulawski Wet Ballet via photopin (license)

This summer romance. This dance of light.
Must cease with the approach of night.
With the music of the seasons’ subtle change,
We must take the hand of a different lover
For the rhythm insists that our partner changes.
For while the wind does rage
And skies hang heavy with autumn rains
We will remember that this music will come again.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Travelling Show


Is overrated.

Give me bustle,

Give me noise,

A street scene drama,

A panoply of joys.

Let there be music

Of larks and doves.

With crashing waves,

Electric guitars.

With vibrant brushstrokes

Paint it in crimson

And golds and blues.

Let it all go spinning by

On the helter-skelter, razor’s edge.

Never quiet – I choose life.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

For Pennies and Passion

photo credit: keith ellwood Limoges Busker via photopin (license)

Old man sits on the corner
Accordion strapped to his being.
Fingers dancing lightly upon the keys
The squeeze box sings,
The bellows pumping.
As if for the old man
Without the music
He would not be breathing.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Upstairs Funk

photo credit: Restless via photopin (license)

photo credit: Restless via photopin (license)

Every morning I wake
With a tune going round
And round in my brain.
The tune may be different
But the result is the same.
I start the day knowing
After I turn off the light,
My mind’s been having a party
Throughout the night.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

I have become…

This pretty much describes how I have been feeling the last week or so and seems like reason enough for sharing a fantastic song.