I wake in the middle of the night My heart is pounding fiercely And the sheets offer no comfort So I slip out of bed. As my feet touch the floor There’s a cold sensation; Knowing your warm, soft body Might as well be a million miles away. The door requires a nudge So I […]
Life and Thoughts Creating Reality Though I believe in the power of thought and know that we create our own reality, it’s easy to experience things as “life” giving us this lesson or that curve ball. Hopefully, most adults have ways of coping with these moments: yours might be taking a deep breath, going for
My eyes open to See the sun near The horizon; its Jagged, golden Flickers seemed to Invite me to fly to Its center. I lay still in the grass With chirruping birds nearby and Buzzing bugs enticed by the soft Flesh of my naked neck and bare legs. Hovering between the lush Hug of the lawn
Don’t let any kind of dread Run a thread Through your head You can always turn To face something Beautiful To shift into Gratitude And that Is surely where it’s at Just put on a different hat And suddenly You’re aware Once again Of the masterpiece Full of wonderment And delight You are ~ spontaneously
This is the third of three piano improvs from May 1, 2014. First, there was “Early (Part 1)“. In it you’ll hear predictable sounds and very stylistic, yet still spontaneously created, themes. Next, there was the student-inspired “Mouse and Elephant” with it’s dissonant chase across the keyboard. The final piano improv from this May Day session
When I was teaching piano lessons in Pennsylvania, I had a student who was a truly inspired young lad. In addition to being a good learner, passionate about music, and with a very creative mind, he enjoyed our explorations into improvisation. So, we did duet piano improv together. My memories of it are sweet and
Yesterday, I sat down for the first time in many days and improvised on the piano. You see: piano improv is often the clearest way I can voice what’s inside of me. Certainly this was true last night. I played for a couple of hours and — in spite of some technical learning curve —
Too many images Flood the space in my subconscious Seemingly demanding Attention Some beautiful Wistful sunbathing Holding you in the surf A reality now become a dream With the edge of winter And our temporary separateness Some filled with a strange sense of Completeness In the midst of a reality of So much that’s incomplete
Alone in the bustling airport — And yes, you know it’s some sort of Oxymoron to call it alone — Christmas Eve seemed like A hollow vessel compared with Your original expectations. Even the prospect of repeated Rituals and those hugs that hurt Your neck seemed blissful Compared to the prospect of This particular aloneness.
