First thing up: listening
to the new Nickel Creek,
listening to Lucinda, to
Diana Ross;
reading all my
distressing mail, all my
useless mail, all my
pointless mail;
sitting quietly,
making no noise at all
in case they or someone like them
comes back and knocks on my door —
listening
to someone unnamed and then
Tom Waits singing about
a house where nobody lives;
well, I’ve been there, Tom.
I’ve been there and as
a ghost
I’m still there.
I close my eyes and
disappear into someone’s
music but mercy, please;
I’m still there.
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 
March 26th, 2025 at 11:17 am
Oh yes! Music is pure grace, particularly when it takes us back to times of hope and faith in the future. One thing it is that it reminds us that history recycles and another generation, perhaps some down the road from our times, will raise the banner and make a tiny bit more difference. Evolution is extremely slow, so pretty much unperceivable for any generation.
So, glad to hear from you again. Peace!