Happy Birthday, Dad.

I'm sorry it took so long.

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Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher

But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man

Though my mind could think I still was a mad man

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming

I can hear them say . . . .

~ Kansas

She Cries

She cries

in her car
alone, actively listening
to the song playing on the radio

She participates
expresses the words
entering her mind
then bursting from her lips
instantaneously

the music penetrates
layer after frozen layer
until it finds the inner-most
realm of soul, still as warm

as the day she was born

and it is from this solitary place
deep within the nucleus of herself
behind the closed doors of emotion

that she cries.




I cry in the car
all the time. Sadness
is my closest companion.

So, I channeled the poet for her, whoever she is.

I’m working on another piece that explores
the connection between music and the depth of our souls.

Perhaps I’ll put it up for a day or two.


Thanks for reading, and for being my friend.

Love, James.