He plays the music calling lost souls who wander from life to lifeThese pitiful beings who can never seem to get living quite right They return to earth over and over, to learn what they didn’t beforeTraveling the treacherous seven seas, searching every windswept… Continue Reading “Music in D(eath) for Lost Souls”
crunch of burnished leaves
Once youthful and fresh with vibrant petals scented Now dried and withered, fragile, faded, wrinkled, brittle.
He played the melody
“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.”– Jean de La Fontaine Sing to me while the fiddle weeps heartrending
Together we were a thousand tears falling in the starry universe tempting sweet flowers to bloom, and songbirds to croon
“I’ve spent a lifetime trying to learn the language of the dead” ~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Songs of Unreason In the quiet early hours before morning blooms I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins and revel in… Continue Reading “Minstrels”