Reginald Dwight and a Friend

       This past week I have noticed that Elton John has been on the morning shows.
       He has a new album out, The Diving Board.
       I half pay attention to morning TV, but I like to hear it going all over the house. I heard he was going to sing, and turned my eyes to the screen. The pianist was turning it out, once again, and I had to sit down.
His pudgy fingers effortlessly skim the keys, and make magic. I moved closer to the source. His voice, never perfect, has matured and is raspy well worn, Captain Fantastic!
     Later he played Rocket Man, and changed it up, until I thought I would faint. I held my heart with my hand, for this beautiful melodic memory of a song.
    He is a master with a friend.
    A person whom I have loved for so long, Bernie Taupin.
    This is the first album( I know its a CD or whatever they are called now, I happen to be stuck in the 60's)
since 2006 that they have collaborated on. My memory bank was flooded with emotions. Bernie and Elton, the lyricist, poet and the piano driven Sir.

                       -Its a little bit funny
                         this feeling inside...
    go ahead and sing the rest, It is Your Song
Another line from that song- If I were a sculptor, but then again, no- Bernie's lyrics are the finished art piece.
You can read his lyrics, as if, a book of poetry. Songs from my generation, into the now.
This duo, these minstrels tenderly and rambunctiously delivered something special to us.
They have done it again.
I may not have married a music man, but Sir Elton and Bernie have a piece of my heart.