Sitting on bleachers facing the arena, watching preparations
being made in front of them.
Family, friends, strangers, all anticipating the beginning
of roping to start.
Wife, sitting in front, family behind her, husband’s still
in the hospital burn unit, knowing all of this is going on
for him.
Announcement being made that in fifteen minutes, all will
begin.
Last call for ropers as we sit and watch.
Counting down notes, beating to extensions of outer linear memories.Sacrificing daily time just to practice playing and singing for a living.
journeys of peace and contentment.
Each piece brings different words to match his beautiful notes.The sound of it fills my ears and penetrates my subconscious, settling there to stir thinking in my mind.Thoughts exploding, falling out one after another to fill pages with what his music brings to me.Happily, I sit and write continuously until I feel a need to…
Becoming more attuned with each form of design being created in imagination’s depths.
write out and leave behind as I enter another horizon on my own.Looking forward to moving on, sorry to leave family behind, butit’s better this way.Leave them wanting more of me, like the actors always say.
Thoughtful rendezvous, becoming a new episode in a difficult life.Thumbing melodies absently on the piano, thinking in notes, seeing their pictures being arranged by intellect.Harmony gathering it’s skirts and waltzing into the mix, helping to culminate another etude in a poetical musician’s mind.
