It was the love of music that led me to the stage in 1968
It soothed my heart the way nothing else could.
For three long years I lived my life for my music
and for the love of my life that joined me.
Thought I had the world by it tail and that nothing could go wrong.

Late 1970 I was proven wrong when disaster struck
and ripped my world apart.
Mugged and left for dead I was forced to lay for hours
and watch my love desperately fight to live
but in the end with one last breath he as taken from me.
I somehow managed to survive. My mind could not
deal with what had happened and locked every memory
of these three wonderful years completely away.

For 35 years not a single shred of memory from that time surfaced.
The only thing that remained was music, although just for listening.
Illness took the fingers, smoking took the voice
to the extent that when those lost memories finely returned
I was not able to play the music nor to really sing
but music still soothes this heart of mine.