I occasionally get asked to post me playing the piano: attached is a performance from earlier today of a Scherzo by Edvard Grieg. The sound quality is … an iPad set on record. But it gets the idea across.
Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten— What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the … Continue reading "“Only In Sleep” by Sara Teasdale and Ēriks Ešenvalds"
he tried, but there’s an end to every game, and while days seem the same, from inside, there is one that’s not like other days he lacked, and knew he’d always ever lack, he didn’t have the knack, for inside, he found one who was turned side-aways for help, he couldn’t reach; for … Continue reading "then he laid down"
always bringing joy, and comfort – and still here, always (The below is a clip of me playing the last movement of a Haydn piano sonata, mistakes and all. – Owen)
I thought mountains and swans of fire were swallowing the world. The ocean roiled, the spray splattered, and the rain came in sideways. I ran drenched, no hand one holding, back to a car that smelled like a wet rug. I backed the old Ford out to the highway, turning the feebly lit dial, until I … Continue reading "Swans of Fire / Riding"
… just seem appropriate. Today, as I’m driving back from Florida, it’s this song. Holding back the years Thinking of the fear I’ve had so long When somebody hears Listen to the fear that’s gone Strangled by the wishes of pater Hoping for the arms of mater Get to me the sooner or later Holding … Continue reading "Some Days, Some Songs…"
Was, and is -
To all you dwellers of outer space.