Sometimes it just clicks.
Or… flows, or perhaps it just shows up without verbal accompaniment. Of course by “verbal” I mean in the grammatical sense. You know, as a verb rather than as an adjective. I’m not making any reference to the spoken word here.
No.
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No, no ,no.
No need to see it come.
No need to feel it go.
No reason for random rambling rhyme.
No paraphrase in tow.
No spacial prose or poetic space.
No weird and wooly woes.
No wonder.
No one’s saving face.
No, no, no.
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Yesterday, I changed an old song I’d been playing for a very long time now. I’ve almost always played it as an opener for my set of favorite cover tunes.
It’s fun to play. Now it suits my desire for the love song that it wasn’t before. Now it fits into my set of love songs. The songs I’m now most inspired to play.
Love songs.
The “original” form of this song is one of those that (save for a few key phrases) no one knows to whom it can be properly attributed. Because of this, folks have been using it in whatever altered form suits them, for such a long time I think it’s fair to refer to the tune as “public domain”.
My sweetheart loved it so that’s really all I care about in that regard. It’s not like I’m going to try and take any special credit or anything.
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My sweetheart sent me a recording of a sweet song called “A Snow-globe Christmas” that ends with the lines…
I’m there with you
You’re here with me
Together we will always be
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It’s 6:45 am right now and my sweetheart is at work. It’s 10:45 am there. At some point in her day I know she will read this and at that moment, one more thread will be added to our connection. Another chord to our consonance. Another contact-point, another coupling.
A constant-love expansion of our co-consciousness correspondence.
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We lay bare the wires
Expose the fires
All that love
Inspires
Blessed…
m(___)m
