Muses about music, musicians, and musical interludes of all sorts. Also, chronicling the creation of an album of original songs, by a guy who figures he might as well.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Happy birthday, Dad.
I want to let you know somehow
The things you said are so much clearer now
And I would turn the pages back, but time would not allow
The way these days just rip along
Too fast to last, too vast, too strong