week 641 ~ pouring music in the top of my head

pouring music in the top of my head
until it fills my ears blocking the sound
of what isn’t happening here around
me anymore the atmosphere is dead
and dampened spirits drift ever lower
causing my motor to run down nothing
inspires or engages far from spring
raw cold seeps through the cracks moving slower
I fear I may stall out and sit useless
it’s just a matter of time before rust
renders all progress futile who can trust
themselves to plot a future course to guess
how the world works its way out of this maze
where hopes flounder in a morass of days

week 612 ~ wrapped in music I can pretend

wrapped in music I can pretend
the world outside my windows is
the same as it was I hear his
piano the resonance mend
-ing black holes in my world to bend
the hours back to winter how
much we miss then in our sad now
losing our easy existence
overnight we grasp one instance
of playing together somehow

week 610 ~ I step out gently

I step out gently
is now the right time
to reinvent me

and consequently
is the right path rhyme
I step out gently

while incidently
evening falls sublime
to reinvent me

a twig once bent free
of restraints may climb
I step out gently

listen intently
music’s a lifeline
to reinvent me

to represent the
ghostly pantomime
I step out gently
to reinvent me

week 605 ~ what about our dreams the music

what about our dreams the music
we’re meant to play if not today
then when can we make up time stay
-ing tucked into a detour stick
-ing to a local life we’ll pick
up the rest later sometime how
isn’t clear it’s surreal our now
here and now wiped clean and normal
gone to disinfectants who’ll tell
us what the future will allow

week 511 ~ where there is music

where there is music
and where there is love
that’s the place I’ll stick
where there is music
no lies politic
just blue skies above
where there is music
and where there is love

week 508 ~ music delicately weaves

music delicately weaves
what we find we cannot say
while the world asunder grieves
music delicately weaves
the goodness it still perceives
caught in tunes of yesterday
music delicately weaves
what we find we cannot say

week 496 ~ I am writing for a future

I am writing for a future
a time when my voice will be heard
now it’s too bold so not a word
marks the world but that won’t deter
art music love all these infer
a presence as life is passing
by all the paint I can I fling
at the wall sonic graffiti
claws out through the work sets it free
to land somewhere where hopes can sing

week 495 ~ music is the only path out

music is the only path out
sometimes when darkness is falling
vision muted future calling
for more than I can give without
melting into despair to doubt
the facts around me denial
tempts feigned blindness the trial
of waiting seems impossible
to navigate life should be full
of hope unfettered by guile

week 488 ~ in the face of

in the face of
despair we sing
brandishing love
in the face of
chaos above
we’ve joy to bring
in the face of
despair we sing

week 471 ~ more behind than ahead

more behind than ahead
drifting past midpoint
sunset bleeds river red
more behind than ahead
no option here instead
music in counterpoint
more behind than ahead
drifting past midpoint