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Eddie’s blues
I remember us singing sad old blues songs
how I would watch your lips for a cue
You would assure me by the look in your eyes
tell me I was doing well
And you played your guitar just like an angel
followed my voice in harmony
You played your guitar just like an angel
You’ll always be a part of me
Your daddy never did understand you
Said you never learned to be a man
Put your music and you down as worthless
Left you for lost he was a broken man
Night after night you played your heart out
Your fingers gave your soul some release
I know now that you were never meant to get old
I just hope that you found some peace
And you played your guitar just like an angel
followed my voice in harmony
You played your guitar just like an angel
You’ll always play on for me
Musician
I know you find it hard
sometimes to explain why it is
you tap out rhythm tap on everything
There are melodies you hear
soft as beating heart
There is rage paradiddle dee dee dee
Come passion shuffle
come snare me a dream
Who are we who expect
poet words to connect
The need and the answers
breathe within.
Carry
In that moment you have a choice
There’s always a choice.
Someone free said that once.
Afterward.
In that moment when you’re convinced
you’ve heard the crack of bone
your leaking heart losing faith
dissonant grace
felt it, felt yourself
F
a
l
l
You know with certainty something has broken
What comes next?
Even if you don’t know yet if there’s anything there
worth groping for, worth saving—
Can you hear the music through the roar and rumble
Can you still hum some favourite tune
a few bars to hold onto
some sorrowful blues maybe
some cowboy gush of lonely bravado
some whimsical ditty
to carry you through?
Musicman
Half a lifetime
how long he wandered
misery unspoken
reluctant fluid fingers
playing music he
learned but
did not wish to play.
Work
Your work rises
before you
A beacon shining
through dense fog
Sirens whisper
Light Symphony.
Oasis
Here
where the spirits
of thousands
uplifted and melancholy
sway eyes closed
imagining encounters
with greatness
gud luk
good night.
Beauty
Boss
Asking kindly
means nothing
to purring cat
feigning penchant
for Gould
Great Story.
me again—
turn on turntable
turn the page.
Pencil Notes 