Tag: Songs

Listening to Joan Baez

She sings a song,

and I begin to weep.

I want to though,

it’s what the music asks.

Takes me away,

on a journey,

somewhere deep in my mind,

where everything speaks

of being human,

learning to live

with that we have

and that we have not.

There’s something beautiful

in a voice,

a passionate breath,

telling stories,

minding her own tears,

talking about love,

about loss

about anything

makes a good song.

Listening to Joan Baez

in the twilight of a starless sky,

the gray of a winter’s night,

waiting for the next storm,

winds of change,

the ground is frozen,

waiting for the fall.

I listened to her voice,

made me want to cry,

everything I believed

seemed so simple

in that time,

a yesteryear,

when questions remained

always looking around,

hoping someone might

suggest an answer,

turn me on to a new path,

makes me wonder

if I might ever

find it again.

I Remember Songs

Riding in my car crossing freeways

letting the music drive me home,

I could sing out loud,

imagining you with me,

on the road together.

I might glance your way,

see you staring out the window,

a smile that seemed so content,

your hands resting upon levi jeans,

tapping your fingers to a little Dylan.

We were young then,

just kids really like adults,

you know that feeling of knowing,

yet not wanting to … just yet.

Funny how today, when I hear the same songs,

I still feel that young all over again,

Glance your way to see your smile,

wondering, where … just when.

Listening Songs


Have you ever wondered about the power of song?

I listen to feel alive

Certain voices, certain lives

I know sometimes they help me feel I belong


Words emanate through a spiritual gift of melody

Breathe a wonderful sound

So our hearts become wound

Soothing our lives in solace – love in quiet tragedy


The broken spell of love that rocked your world today

Every fiber of your body open

All notion of struggle forgotten

Years later the beauty of time’s reminder on a given day


Baez, Collins, Dylan, Lennon and a little VanMorrison

Pink Floyd, ELO, we do like to rock

Moody Blues, Chopin & Bach

Willie Nelson croons and Windy rhymes the Association


You can decide upon your own what spell is broken

When a favorite moment plays

Dream a little Billy Holiday

Carry the moment and allow time to be unforgotten


Spend hours hoping hymns of Simon & Garfunkel’s chance,

“Time it was, and what a time it was, a time of innocence”