There’s surely no shortage of suffering this year. Here’s my scrap of hope from the trash pile of 2020. It’s just a song I’ve been playing to get me through these times. Hope it’s a brief reprieve for you too.
Here’s a little tune I play to keep my spirits up. Sometimes when I go to sleep at night I hear music playing in my head. And it’s far better than anything I could ever play. A few months ago, I was mighty sick and I awoke from a feverish dream covered in sweat and I grabbed this guitar that just patiently rests against my bookcase and the core of the song just popped right out! It sounded like joy to me. So I’ve just been playing this song since then. It took on different shapes and tempos. Sometimes when I’m walking about I catch myself whistling it. When I play it, I feel like a horse trotting on a beach in summer. So please forgive any bumps along the way and trot with me!
"allow me, to show you the interior," hisses the hungry maw on a muscular rope but the cricket leaps into a garage and probes boxes of forgotten shoes and obsolete gadgets a choir sweeps the cricket to others nestled in the folds of an old favorite shirt crumpled behind paint cans lulling each other with songs of refuge, they dream of ropes without orifices and cricket houses, Mid-century modern while parasitoids possessed by choral arrangements nest into cricket bodies and dream of flight paths and aerial maneuvers
what resonates below in this bent hull but a shimmer from above where the sunlight plays a humble tune on tattered strings stretched all the way out to a crooked horizon
Here’s a humble tune of hope I sometimes play when I feel like I’m swinging in a warped hammock.