words and things
listening to folk singer at Mono:
water falls from the ceiling,
voice soars above my head,
his undulations speak of shared roots and old times.
each note drops sweet, applause rises like a wave and passes through me.
fireside lights the way,
us shining the night,
circled and friendly,
I fall without dropping,
heart warm,
sitting in forever,
he spans the time.
-----
fingers play sounds like rivers and rocks,
water down mountain side echo,
silhouettes and shadows dance across the air and flicker behind.
fireside shadows join us for a while.
this repeated snowflake,
touching the embers,
catches in your throat.
all i ever wanted
unspeakable and woven with fire and air.
thoughts about angels:
when notes fall like drops onto burning rocks,
pebbles disappear without a word, whispering
the depths, morning silvers the treetops and make blurring edges
distinct amongst the mist, shine clear.
water falls from the ceiling,
voice soars above my head,
his undulations speak of shared roots and old times.
each note drops sweet, applause rises like a wave and passes through me.
fireside lights the way,
us shining the night,
circled and friendly,
I fall without dropping,
heart warm,
sitting in forever,
he spans the time.
-----
fingers play sounds like rivers and rocks,
water down mountain side echo,
silhouettes and shadows dance across the air and flicker behind.
fireside shadows join us for a while.
this repeated snowflake,
touching the embers,
catches in your throat.
all i ever wanted
unspeakable and woven with fire and air.
thoughts about angels:
when notes fall like drops onto burning rocks,
pebbles disappear without a word, whispering
the depths, morning silvers the treetops and make blurring edges
distinct amongst the mist, shine clear.