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!
Close your mouth and die
Your time is drawing near
Winter take your final breath
For Spring is on the clear
Forget your tawdry ways
They have no bearing true
Deny your foe if you so dare
It’s death that waits for you
Draw just one last time
Of air that deathly cools
As sun shines down upon the glade
Like Satan so Spring drools
Give all to this dreary night
As ever coming with
Tis Heaven’s choice for days of light
Goodbye ‘til next year’s pith
Adrift on the outgoing tide
While I stood on the moonlit sands
Emotions that I couldn’t hide
Streams of tears pouring through my hands
The years we had together were kind
More than that – a fairytale come true
But when nature made up her mind
Instead of me she came and took you
So, with a vow I had promised to keep
Into the ocean your ashes swim free
As the horizon brings on the new day
A man stands alone – that’s me
Dark, tangential grip of despair
You pull me down into the doldrums
Dungeons for my soul
Whilst I struggle to get free
With light all around me
Your blinders are placed strategically over my eyes
The doors and windows to happiness
Were but illusions to this blinded heart
Escape is a mere nod of a passerby
A stranger with a smile
The hypocrisy is not lost here
For kind words spoken without honest intent
Have shown me the way to karma
Alas, I now stew in the cauldron
Of my own tepid broth
A recipe of disaster
I tore the pages
And threw them out the window.
Who would ever want to read this mess?
So many words of wisdom
Just out of reach
Evading, in fingertip duress.
Step back and take solace
All is not lost.
From time to time we all weep.
Then pick up the pace
In a fingertipped race
Putting words on the pages – then sleep!