“Soulful Strings”   stings finely tuned he starts to glide his bow   the sound hollow, yet full of vibrato   calling forth, the light of day she awakens   the sweet sound strumming her along   warming the dawn smoothly   saturating the air…

The Flame to Your Stars   Out in the desert, a sky filled with stars I sit in the darkness, a fire burns afar I shine light upon it and realize the view The stars, the flame, the light – all for you I think…

It’s 2 am and the street lights are not working again. Darkness sweeps the road outside The familiar looking strange. The curve of the bow, plucking music from my soul. An aged soul that wanders in and out of rooms Listening to the soft breaths,…

There is a coffee shop I frequent everything but the coffee a cliché old building, exposed brick plants, hand-lettered signs roasting their own blends alchemy of ‘house-made’ syrups – lattes you long for, unsure why depending on barista, music mix runs the gamut from eclectic…

inspired by this song here So much loss in losing Not so much picking it or choosing Little lifes like candles Buzzing out a tune Funeral singer bee keeping When magnets report the queen Buzzing her tune no more Pray for successions Return, return to me…

Daylight warms the window as I stretch my arms in bed. Lost in contemplation about something dumb I said. Or was that just a dream? I try to clear the existential cobwebs from my sleep-filled head. I rise to face the morning, greet my beloved…

See that girl, The one with the smile? Do you know she’s been hurting for a while? She was the butterfly who had her wings pricked She is the rose that burned She cried herself to sleepless nights Just wishing it would stop She watched…

Some days feel like too much. Some days not enough. Some days are easy breezy. Some days seem extra tough. Some days we dance on waking. Some days feel like too much. Sometimes the only difference. Is the feel of love-warmed touch. Some days we…

“Push me, Daddy!” “Higher.” “Higher!” The giggles are loud and infectious as my toes touch the sky. The colors swirl around me, becoming one as I fly through them. Knowing he is behind me, I live in the moment, enjoying the thrill. “Push me, Daddy!”…

A swing in yellow A field behind Always reminds me of summers past And how the winter comes on so fast The warm summer sun replaced by Brisk autumn breezes Soon replaced by frozen winter rain