a village clock in the tower of a church

 

so yesterday i wrote this piece of music while holding thoughts in my head - a love buzz - her shiny eyes, hair and smile burned into my consciousness from the TV tower.

 

yeah, and sending out the vibrations of this instrumental piece on an electric acoustic guitar w/ good intent -

 

in the cold light of day some people blacken their hearts like coal and become cold as steel sitting in an april warehouse - and, then a few can overcome that slip into gray rainy days and appreciate the red and yellow tulips dripping alongside rot iron fences - muted red brick sidewalks saturated by spring showers - memories of the villa like courtyard and big patio of where most of life was spent - down in the old mainstream flowing through the little valley of an indian jewel - rushing with rain water from heavy clouds in the heavens we all crawl under -

 

and the morning after - earth like a spent satiated lover - stretching the fresh sunshine from tree to tree - finding a way back to you –

 

you i think about while a village clock in the tower of a church rests in the warm sky of a blue sunday - i think of you and the strings i've strummed in your name - sad & lonely but never in vain

 

- no sign it ever rained.