Commune with me…

I haven’t worked on music for awhile…posting this poem instead.  Nothing like a really good storm! 

Safe and warm inside

nestled among pillows and cozy quilts am I:

a storm silently raging in my soul.

I look out the window

enviably

as thunder cracks

and lightening

sizzles

across the sky.

Oh, that I could have the whole outdoors

to manifest my storm!

I’d thunder my frustrations

and slice the sky with rage!

Then, heavily

I’d let my sorrow fall.

Afterwards:

peace

as follows every storm

would fill my soul.