The timeless water
The peaceful quiet
A tiny corner of paradise
For the contemplative
to contemplate
Big bass by the dock
Rarely a care for the clock
Like a dream world
The days floated by
The mist, the sun
Love that permeated
My precious one
so bright so clear
Nothing of danger ever near
The healing time
The broken rhyme
And except for nature
Silence and more silence.
And music roamed this wicked head
Symphonies only I may know
Angelic song
Sounds by the throne
As if a heavenly choir
Played just for me.
Because of injury, for a decade
not strong enough to play
The monks, like angels called
saying time for a new day
The world is not finished with you yet
You know that ole Steinway we keep in the basement.
It is yours, take it home
make music,
let the world hear your soul.
For in those sound are strains of life
And light that is needed in the coming night
Comfort in grief
Solace, relief.
A tiny spark of the eternal
Shinning through.
Space and time in a single string
And harmonic peace
In the dissonant cord
And all that is true
Left to bounce around
Such as it was here was my first composition after a fifteen year vacation from composing sounds. Well, Tiny Lee and I composed this one, together. - Butch Robinson, a truly thanksgiving filled and blessed man.
"Come thou fount of many blessing
Fill our hearts to sing Thy praise."
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