When Did I Lose the Ability to Hypnotically Jam at Night?

A poem about being a musician

Photo by Francisco Moreno on Unsplash

Never a musician, just a lover who played sweet music at midnight

Sang the blues at dusk

Lullabies all evening

I could always jam any time of the day or night

Now I write, it was hard to jam at night

Not very late, just after dark

The music is still good

I just don’t remember when making it started to wear me out after dark

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Victoria Ponte — 2025.