What Crosses My Mind

  • Key Responsibility

    It’s a morning gray skies outside sunlight is somewhere last night’s thought sifting into my world. A mixed bag of insolent treats. If I choose to open them I could follow a light wants to take me somewhere. Somewhere out of here. Though then I realize we, ourselves, are responsible for the keys.   ©…

  • With Piano Keys I Muse

    I wait for the right note, a soft touch, distant tone, perhaps a high sharp strike, my heart breathes the resonance. I am immediately drawn to a time, a different place we speak, when everything is bliss, and the pain is no longer an option. We are easily pleased in memory, with the musical intercessions of…