Between the heart and soul
Bones and skin
The is a resonance
That rings
In
the depth of night
And in to grasp of morning light
Echoes beneath the skin
The memories of past loves
Trials and tribulations
From the formation of our beings
There is an echo that rings
In the depth of the summer heat
From the blazing sun down to the summer grass
On the fertile land
Out in the distant
Far off places
Where the wildflowers remember
What has come before
And what is to come with winter dark and
White
So hold hope for yourself
And keep these wildflowers
By your side
The rain falls on the fields
Over the time
And back to the river
Runs the waters
Through the life
Stages
So the burden of the unknown rain
That falls
Deep in the forest
In the middle of the night
Is the rain that heals
The land
Deep in it’s divided light
Between a length of darkness
There is a star
Brought into life
From the depth of silence
And heart
To light the night
In a start
It is the silence between stars
That is measured in light
That tells us what is wrong
And what is right
So comes the fall
Brining in the final act
Of the summers discourse
Holding up it’s course
To take away
The petals that fall in a nowhere town
And on the grass
They lay
The Quite notes that teach me to sing
To be subtle
In the style of wind
And rain
I take each moment
From which they came
From the sun in the sky
The moon in the night
I can only hear when there is
Not a sound in sight
From the height of the mountain
To the depth of the ocean
With all of my might
I will bring
And learn from the quiet notes
How to sing
Focused on the big things in life
Makes us susceptible to the
Small
Things
That can add to the uneasy
Word
So undue stress
Can come from the smallest of moments
To the tender of life
Under the arms of the world
The weight of the small things
Bears down
Upon the evening hour
There is a certain darkness
That sheds over the ripe orchard life
In the darkness the new
Ones
Move in
To take over the evening rush
An orchard in the dark
Is more to the moon than
The sun
The full moonlight
Upon the hours that make the
Evening new
When the clouds rolled in
And the fog laid claim to the day
The letters that the rain forget to send
And forgot to say
That there is a hope
Only distant as the sun in the rain
That we can change a life
Make a better choice
And be the change we
Wish to see
Underneath the skin
And the blood
There is an echo in my bones
Of memories
And letting go
To the distant hopes
Of what could have been
And what was
Reality
So I take this echo
To hear from time to time
Who I am
And where I came from
A Cup of Songwriting 