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
Midnight on the lake
Drinks in the moonlight of the night
Right into the day
The lapping shores of Lake Michigan
Take it in again and again
Dune grass blowing
Over the wild
Dunes scape
Take in the moments
And don’t let them
Escape
Take it easy
The gentle heart says
When the hearts in bloom
Breathe in the moments
They will be gone too soon
In a wild life of uncertain demands
Take the love with both hands
Hold on and never let go
From the sky to the moon
These are
The instructions for a heart in bloom
What connects us
The threads that we cannot sea
Weaving the webs
Above our heads
And down through our
Cities
To take the moment of life
And see what binds us together
Is to remove the shades from our minds
To see what is true
Rather than the lies
To tie me up in the threads that unite
And bind us all as one
On a less than busy street
Where the city meets
For coffee and tea
Upon the blocks of history
There is a cafe
Around the corner from
The bodega
Settled in it’s quiet ways
Where the quiet lives
Today
I will drink it in
For my soul
Wants to know
Where the quiet life
Goes
Fearless growth of life
Upon the light of the
Dunes
Filtered grass
Surrounding the path
Where the quiet pines begin
Along the shores of Lake Michigan
To the gentle waters
That lap the shores
So to the moonlight and sun
Be a beacon of light
Among the goodness of life
A Cup of Songwriting 