A Single Last Chord

–Notes, Chords, And Songs

The waves slowly inched ever closer to the empty canvas chair.  The guitar leaned seemingly forgotten against the chair’s arm, almost as an afterthought.  You could almost see him walking down the beach coming to sit for a while and play his songs.  We would sit with him through the night listening until the morning sunrise painted the sea with a collage of colors, then he would walk away into the morning mist.

Today his chair sits empty and the guitar silent.  The songs he sang may live on for generations and always remind us of the sea and the sand.  For a while we all came to sit by the shore with his empty chair, singing his songs, and hoping he would come back.  We longed for his laughter and the stories he would tell us about his songs.

There will come a time when we would gather no more by the sea, and we will fade away one by one.  We can no longer bear the empty chair, and no one will play his guitar.  It is not so much the songs we will miss but the joy he gave us, the music, and the words that brought us both tears and laughter.

Perhaps one day someone will play a sad song to say goodbye, a single last chord that will fade to silence, yet light the night sky with stars that twinkle a bit brighter.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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