music

For the Birds

The birds sing to me each day,

Goading me to, “Come, make hay!”

Coaxing me toward a shift

Reminding me, ’tis all a gift

Nevermore

I’ll write a song called Nevermore,

And travel to a distant shore.

I’ll carve it into stone by runes,

Under a bone-white winter’s moon.

And when my body meets the coal,

You may yet find my treasured soul.

Paths that Cross

Can’t say that I don’t miss you,

You don’t saunter through my mind

I never saw the movie,

But I heard we had a time

We lived out so many dreams

Imagine how you’d feel

If life is really how it seems,

I’d say those dreams were real

More than all the others,

Can you say you were my friend?

In a place where friends are lovers,

Paths that cross, cross again

And weren’t you just my country boy?

Wasn’t I your secret joy?

Too old to pretend not to know,

But still too young to let you go

More than all the others,

I’d say you were my friend

In a place where friends are lovers,

Paths that cross, cross again

Paths that cross, cross again

Dolly Moon

I’ll write a song called Dolly Moon,

And mix it in the month of June.

The signature shall swirl and hop.

‘Round notes as swell as lemon drops.

Served with a dollop of cooled cream,

Won’t life taste as sweet as a dream?

Paris Blue

I’ll write a song called Paris Blue

And dedicate the words to you

I’ll fold our little happy psalm

Until it fits inside your palm

Like a kiss, a moment fleeting,

Locked inside for your safekeeping

Autumn Light

I’ll write a song called Autumn Light

And my, won’t you think it a sight?

‘Tween bars of gold, each note will glow,

Waving towards the ground below

And by Nature’s sweet elegy,

We three will grieve in harmony

Fare Thee Well

I’ll write a song called Fare Thee Well

Upon it, Time shall cast her spell.

Bound by stone and blessed by sage,

The melody shall never age.

And by the Moon’s astral decree,

Our song shall haunt eternity.

Flutterby

I’ll write a song called Flutterby

With words that dip low, then swing high

Along a staff of golden rays,

Our clumsy cares will cast away

And when our timid souls take flight,

We’ll coast in the candescent light

Paris Blue

I’ll write a song called Paris Blue

And dedicate the words to you

I’ll fold our little happy psalm

Until it fits inside your palm

Like a kiss, a moment fleeting

Locked inside for your safekeeping

Petrichor

I’ll write a song called Petrichor

With words you’ll swear you’ve heard before

I’ll dabble dew-drop harmonies

Into an earthy-bass reprise

And by its sweet saturation,

The sound will rise in ovation