Underneath the skin, a single notion
supports how life unfolds from start to end.
Beneath the bustle of the world’s commotion,
it floats in just a whisper on the wind.
In quiet moments, it can be detected,
first here, then there, and then it’s gone again.
This song speaks to the lonely and infected,
the disenfranchised and the left behind.
To listen is feel far less neglected,
to find relief to ease a troubled mind;
and in the falling darkness, light a candle
that saves the world from stumbling on, blind.
If you sit still and listen, you will hear
a music that transcends both hate and fear.
02 JUN 2017
How much more could I love you than I do?
It surely may seem possible, and yet
in those dear days left to me (all too few)
to think that I could possibly forget
or cast aside the one light of my days,
discard the truest friend I’ve ever met,
or fail somehow to sing your constant praise;
it’s far more likely I will sprout some wings.
I’ve grown accustomed to your loving ways,
and come to cherish all the little things.
There is no better match for me than you;
and each day with you some new pleasure brings.
How can you have doubt? Nothing is more true.
15 APR 2014
Oh, how I love to take requests, while playing,
for songs outside the realm of what I do.
How subtle the reminder I’m not slaying,
in essence, “what we want to hear, ain’t you.”
It’s really quite an overwhelming feeling,
that overwhelms my fragile ego, too;
the knowledge that my style is not appealing,
and folks would rather hear the juke box play.
Each time, I roll my eyes toward the ceiling,
and send the hopeful querents on their way,
while promising their song, which I can’t stand,
is next in the rotation, anyway.
Have mercy, please upon all dance hall bands;
don’t make the sole condition of your staying
the way your favorites turn out in their hands.
27 NOV 2010