Music

MUSIC

I also make a little music.

Birdsong Impromptu

And the wild birds fly overhead, serenading whomever they might find dead.

Prelude

There is a light in the doorway
Retrace your steps and find me here
The afternoon is light as a bed-sheet
The hardwood hallway is empty

There is music in the slow autumn air
Is there music in your October eyes
The white sheets of the old bed dress me
The clouded navy sky punctures with love

Weather Channel Jazz

VHS Interlude No. 2

Elevator Boy · VHS Interlude No. 2.mp3

Sunday Afternoon Blues, Take 2 "A Long Shot"

No, not by a long shot,

but a kind of hope weighs gentle as
Sunday morning on my eyelids;

the world is wearier to
the men, but I don't mind.

I never settled for mediocrity,
and I never saw mediocrity
in you, but the most beautiful kind.

No, not by a long shot,

but the life whimpers and rattles every now and then
in my veins when Sunday comes;

the world is wearier to
the men, but I don't mind.

I always saw in you the testament
of my old failures and my young
soul, wanting to be a most beautiful kind.

No, not by a long shot,

but there is a time to be as alive as a morning,
as the painted world bows its knee
to your smiling, Sunday face;

the world is wearier to
the men, but I don't mind.

I just wanted to say, where will you be
when this passes and we
see eye to eye, and Sunday is passed,

and all we've got is so much time.