PLAY ME A SONG

harp

“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

 

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

 

I love your singing voice.

But the harp is my choice.

 

The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.

 

I need the music today.

Please, sit down for me and play.

 

 

THE MIGHTY WILL FALL

glaciers

Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan

 

The mighty will fall

that had risen tall.

 

Melting to the sea

where no one can see

the majesty of your height

or the last breath of your fight.

 

Please do not leave us now.

Don’t take your final bow.

 

The earth is a sadder place

without your glowing, white face.

 

WASH AWAY MY SORROW


 

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.