part of this series of piano pomes.

part of this series of piano pomes.
schooled by
it the
quest
of quests
playing piano and pretending I can play piano is one of my favorite things and maybe is the earliest that music became “my thing”… I remember having what I thought were (and were most definitely not) good sessions on my Grandpa’s yellow piano when I was pretty young… maybe six.
this is not that piano, but the feeling I got from recording these was similar.
back to no home home
back to unknown
wander and wander
is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
a place of
respite
nearly there nearly there
so real
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
repentive
why so
replace ing
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
t
climbing up that river valley
I was most good at
believing
hey hey
I’ve got you if you need
k?
couldn’t type
discipline
no why
falling back into a dream
a continuity
everything you believed in
everything you held true
brought back down
by
any external force
nah.
at least we are together, put it on repeat let’s stay here forever.
dust the brush away the noise in the loop sequence in the clouds is making me feel excuse me while ish
he who taketh
giveth
each morning a
next
i hope you are ok
i wish we could
be together
big cheese