It hit me harder to see her than to have stepped in front of her
dissonant chords out of tune sounding sharp
the whale plays me something I’ve heard before
blue ocean melody is raining this cold April
Morning brings with it rich coffee dreams
these rising flowers soak mild sun
deep and disappearing nights steal
we all take from life less than we should
Songs that remind us of past lovers keep playing
shining in my heart beats the touch of my mother
everything was for you, always smiling
missing those that we’ve loved along the way
Can you imagine that old radio playing baseball to my uncle
intent with ears bent towards the announcers words
that is when I hear my mother’s father speak
crying out at the players as if they could hear him!
All night I’ve grown worried when morning will arrive
that trumpet colored brass wind sings outside
staring all night I am finally here in front of this moment
singing along we all start to smile to our souls
