How Many Highs Poem by Paul Reed

How many highs have you taken me to?
Cares unfolded that had been compressed,
The battle against sadness
So exquisitely expressed;

It was good to know
That it was something I could share,
The realisation of what it was
Made it easier to bear;

And even now, with the battle won,
With love and happiness found,
I have come through it all
But remain haunted by the sound;

We are not allowed to have heroes
With finger pressed on fret,
But the magical notes created
Still reverberate yet