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
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The Sounds of My Dying
"Right, right, Doc! I got it! Stage Four! Understood. It comes right after 3. And, before you start in, these people are my people, and a few minutes is not going to kill me." Situation normal, he was in charge of all around him. But, heavy coughing, followed by several drawn in breaths, and … Continue reading The Sounds of My Dying
Marching Band
Bright white stadium lights rip the darkness. Irritating the peace of those souls below there is an electric hum while flying insects buzz by the wing load. The smell of the wet grass on the field mixed with popcorn, bracing temperatures, and shoulder to shoulder cotton and wool-clad people looking at us. We are all … Continue reading Marching Band
Listen, As one Heart
Stagehands began to bring the house lights up by sliding those long electrical handles to make it brighter and safer for the departing ticket buyers. The show was supposed to be over. Actors had left the stage and the final curtain already had rung down. Many of the Opera lovers had left their ticketed seats, … Continue reading Listen, As one Heart
That Musical Voice
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
And, She Sang to Me
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
