Here we are again

In silent hours
There is room
For a whisper
Without being
Chided for it
Just saying
What's new?
How you doing?
Thinking of you
Lately
When morning
Shroud of light
Dawns on me
Thoughts compete
With voices
People haze
Trip hop beat
Low voice
Narrator
Never leaves
Like one note
Held on for
Entire sonata
Al fine

Safest place on earth

Hot coffee milky sweet
Cold toes warm sand

Butter slowly sinking in
Cool toast warm jam

Closed eyes to the sky
Relishing a band

Tall glass of cider
Dripping cool in hand

Watching all the people
Most beautiful to find

Holding all contentment
With you planted in my mind

Beautiful People

'There's an island I know
They get a little rain
Then it snows
But the feeling seems to flow
It's a place that I call home
We get the music, get the market on the weekend
People don't seem to play pretend
Snow capped mountain looking over my shoulder
The summer seems to get much shorter and colder.


But there's beautiful people
And familiar faces
That's where I want to be
When the cold world races
The people I link with
The friends that I drink with
When the sky is falling down
It's my family I want to be with
The beautiful people.

There's a pub on the corner
You can drink in the street
Philosophy on the lawn
You can wear bare feet
If you stay out late
There's no pollution in the sky
So you can see the stars

Yeah we got problems
A few greedy men
Making decisions with
A cheque book and pen
The paper says
Nobody's cutting the trees
Seems funny to me
When the paper's made
Out of trees.

But there's beautiful people...


-song by Adam Cousens, Beautiful People. (C) 2009

Part of your world

'Bright young women
Ready to stand

Ready to know
What the people know

Ask them my questions
And get some answers

When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love?

Love to explore
That shore up above

Wandering free

Wish I could be
Part of your world'

~Ariel, 1989. (C) Disney
Part of that world, by Jodi Benson
The Little Mermaid, illustration by Edmund Dulac

Juliet

'I can't do the talk 
like they talk on the TV
And I can't do a love song
like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything
but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything
except be in love with you

And all I do is miss you
and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat
and bad company
All I do is kiss you
through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet, I'd do the stars with you
any time'

Lyrics by Mark Knopfler

Hidden theatre

Behind closed doors
Concertos applaud
Vacant space
Unadorned
With gazing eyes
Wondrous smiles
Shoulder shrug
Of thrilling chills
Why keep such love
Of life's liszt
Behind closed doors
When all ears could feel
This beauty
The Hedberg, Conservatorium of Music, Tasmania.

These days

Even today
I smile again
A knowing one
How on earth
Can we truly know
Anything at all?
We can

On the odd day
I stumble and fall
Grasping for
Something solid
Committing to
Falling ungracefully
Hoping that days
Like today
Will come again
Tomorrow

If all the days
Were even
How would I know
How glorious it is
To rise above
The odds

Strange days

How I marvel when 
Horror and strife
Make ordinary turbulence
Seem trifling

How one image 
in the wilderness
Ignite a longing
Lifelong

To be inspired
To be present
In the last days
In the silence

Is an aspiration
Over which we have
No accord
Though truly

Authenticity
Girded by love
Will always be a
Heavy weight

I bear it 
With a smile
A laugh, song
Stride in step
Love thee well
Nicholls Rivulet, Tasmania, Australia