pretend that i am weightless and
in this moment i am happy.
i wish you were here...
incubus
i know it's your hand old one, that paints the real picture, dresses the characters in the faces they really wore. long forgotten dialogue, my heart was always foolish...editing and clipping what should have been, what was always there.
i hadn't paid attention to those important pages that told of the blunt and hard reality of life. i've always gotten lost in the full lush musical score, but it's the paring down to acoustic that says it all. no hiding behind notes, or voice makeovers. and dumb fingers unable to get past one chord, well, they can't hide either.
one longing song can soften this heart. one beautifully sad cello, can finger its way through my soul. they fill me with forgiveness. and with love that'll never be returned. holds me still while the candlelight dances alone, squeezing quiet tears from this fool.
there always is a moment for all of you, when i catch a hint of what i loved about you, what made me laugh, what made me jane. and that's the time when...
i miss you and your strange songs...