Writing simple poetry, song lyrics and short stories has become so important to me over the past few years. When I began my words were therapy for me though at the time I didn’t realize it. I certainly never considered how impactful these words would become in my life and, from time to time, in other’s lives too. What thrills me most is the feedback and how many different opinions and interpretations I get from one poem read through the eyes of others. When I write the words simply flow without me getting too caught up in whatever theme may arise. It simply starts with a line or sentence then blossoms from there. I’ve been told it’s a gift, and while somewhere deep within me I believe that to be true, I wonder why it took so long to develop even as it continues to grow. My grandfather was a writer, so perhaps that is where the answer lies. Regardless, I hope you find some meaning, some smiles, some tears or something else worthy of your time here within these scripts.
This is an early poem I wrote and sent to my son when he was studying music composition and voice at Ithaca College. This was early in his studies. He composed the music and he is the young man in the light blue sweater front and center. He also composed this voice parts for the piece. This is what he did with it! Follow the lyrics below. It is a little over five and a half minutes long. Enjoy!