I am so pleased someone made a song of my thoughts…
I like music, when it is just me, but far prefer silence when in the company of people. Music reminds me I am human. People, do not.
I listened to her play the cello, and she breathed sharply with each pause, even if only half a second. Her breathing was a part of the beauty. Like it was written into the original score.. penciled in, at precise moments. Not only so she would not forget to breathe, but so that the deep … More Breathing in Strings
Struggling, to make sense of what I feel, I refuse to kneel. at the mercy of opinion. Lithium sponge like dragging, through nights. Sleepless. Dreamless. Needless. I am bored of the single chord that strums over and over and over in my tired mind. Leave me behind, and let me rest, in this nest of … More Halleluja
“Blood Bank” Well, I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said, see look that’s yours Stacked on top with your brother’s See how the resemble one another Even in their plastic little … More How I Feel. Today.
This is for those who read my words, and whose words I read. It’s a reminder, that here, in this virtual space – you are always cared for. Herbie Hancock also just happens to be a legend, and Pink… well…. she is gorgeous and has a voice that I adore.
I have listened to this piece of music at least a dozen times, and each time… I am left feeling like it was created in the deepest part of my mind… the part that knows how to do the maths on ‘what happened’. I have listened to just about every song I have found of … More Pain, Means I am Alive.