I remember not the words, but the tune was simple and taunting, catching my attention when it went up and down and when it prolonged in one loving note. But a song from the heart it was, I know that now. I can almost remember dappled sunlight coming through the window, sometimes in my eyes, … Continue reading And, She Sang to Me →

I hungered tonight for your voice. Thought I heard it. Maybe not. Just the wind whirling through the trees after all. Stopped me though, glass to lips. Eyes frozen forward, head slightly tilted. That sound of a song, so strong in your heart, that even your anger sometimes sounded like a chorus of angels. Small … Continue reading That Musical Voice →

Can you hear music from heaven? Maybe, when you are still, quiet, and troubled? Big John always wore his shirts with sleeves and necks unbuttoned. Colors were usually gray or blue to black.  Sometimes they were solid, sometimes checkered.  He really did not care. He was bent at the neck like the world bore down … Continue reading Big John, Crossover Music →