A language I can hear but
cannot understand.
Words of praise and healing-
your voice touches me
raises me to awareness

Verse for a Song

Reaching in the dark 
for something to hold onto
Slowly moving your feet
You'd rather be dancing 
than tip-toeing around
What it is we have to say
What it is we have to do
Here with the lights off
Trying to find our way out

They Rest

Waking and listening
for the birds in the trees
They are quiet now
but soon that will
change and their voices
will echo through
windows and homes
For now they rest

Artist & Muse

Know the Art

Know the Song

Meet the Muse

She is as the 

Art says she is

Endlessly so

Song Without Words

Don't worry about words
There are none for this song.

Open your mouth,
move your tongue
and lips.

Those will always be
the right ones
at the right time.

I don't want your song

to be a memory 

of the you I've known.