lost and found

it was there
i found it again
i opened the door and happened upon it
a lost keepsake tucked away in the attic
a gate that swung open, threshold crossed, and there it was,
waiting, waving, warm
as then
as always

what joy
notes written so long ago still find their rhythm
still retain their rhyme and slowly segue into my lips and i know the tune
once again

thought it had drifted
my my, sweet surprise
it was there all along
waiting, waving, warm
all along