(2014)
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
