I'm sittin up on this roof.
I've brought my keyboard
And guitar out to play.
The roof is flat,
So I could stay up here
All night and through the day.
I'll let the whispers of the night
Fall through my fingers.
To help me compose
A song. Its rhythm will hinder
Within the air.
Float within this Georgian wind.
Linger on even til the sun begins to shine.
This music, this rhythm, sound,
It can't be defined.
Every note played, every string strummed,
Lets me know what is to come.
A new beginning.
June 5, 2010
