I envy those who write Write so well Even if no one else reads it, it is there for themselves to look at. Later The instruments are the pen and paper and things stay once put out I wish I could make the music stay Between my fingers and the strings, the things that come out flutter Then its gone. Later I struggle to remember, that chord, that note, the pull, that slide and the strum, and the beat that was in my head A recorder could be my paper But it isn't as white And not as inviting
It was one of those nights, when I had the sincerest intention to go to sleep early, and then the movie channel that almost never plays any good movies starts playing that movie I have been planning to see one more time. Crash. It is such a brilliant film, and takes you through a whole range of emotions - sadness, anger, triumph, hope, happiness. It is also a beautiful film, especially near the ending with the burning car. Brilliant.