Never Undone

This was written after I heard of the untimely passing of Delores O’Riordan who was the lead singer of The Cranberries but I am remembering everyone including David Bowie.  Hearing their voices in song is a reminder of the truth that none of us are separated, it only seems that way.  The language of music is a reminder that all hearts are bound together through love.

 Music always surrounds us, 

 You can hear it in the breeze, 

 Encouraging a warrior in battle, 

 Bringing the faithful to their knees. 

 Through every voice resounding, 

 Some here and some far away, 

 They live in our world or our hearts, 

 And you can hear each one of them say. 

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

 Her voice came through from Ireland, 

 In sounds of flight like a bird, 

 The Irish cries of love, 

 Like nothing we have ever heard, 

Another voice came from England,

 His sounds enchanting the night, 

 His heart speaking through different colors, 

 And his eyes shone of two different lights. 

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

 Hear many who walked on our paths, 

 Many who is races are run, 

 Hear more in the dawn’s sweet whispers, 

 With voices that have not begun. 

 They all sing a song unchanging, 

 In sunshine and in the rain, 

 No matter the day’s circumstance, 

 The song remains the same. 

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

Their songs reflect through radios,

From the true sound in our hearts,

From the sweet reminder of music,

The truth will not depart,

Together we lift our voices,

Until the angels sing on high,

Forever we lift our voices,

The sound not contained by the sky.

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

Through These Eyes - For David Bowie

The title was inspired by his unusual eyes.

The words are about how he painted the pictures he saw in music.

The legacy is painting the magic into life as he did for us.

Upon the darkened mist I stroll,

Along side this old river,

Passing through the city streets,

Where I saw him kiss her,

A living canvas etched in stone,

Only viewed when I’m alone,

On the endless song I ride,

Through these eyes.

Ancient land of dragons lifts my feet,

Amidst the song of Asian sounds,

With scents unknown both hard and sweet,

Flows through these foreign grounds,

In the sea of faces by an old street sign,

Black hair a swirl and then her eyes meet mine,

But a second’s sight imprints two souls,

Through these eyes.

The pictures painted through words in song,

The image blows on wind to many ears,

The canvas woven onto hearts,

Conveying joys and fighting fears,

And many souls a vision share,

So many hearts to passion dare,

Life’s breath eternally revives,

Through these eyes.

Your shadow whispers thoughts to me,

Underneath and over sunlit stars,

The Heart of Love we seek to see,

A moment’s journey takes us far,

Through this world that’s made of light,

Song is where our hearts do take flight,

May you see your seeds of fire have grown,

Through my eyes.

Tomorrow Unto Yesterday

This is about death which should not be feared, as it is a part of life.  With cancer a person loses the desire to eat or drink, can often clearly recall people from long ago, and can have sudden bursts of energy with the desire to take care of things.  This is tomorrow combining with yesterday.

Many people have commented on news reports of the passing of David Bowie with touching personal accounts as they find reasons to keep fighting for each day, and keep fighting for each other, in the name of love.  Many cite David's efforts to record his final album in spite of his condition to give a parting gift to his fans around the world, while he kept doing the thing that defined him.  All of this is about love which is also timeless.  If love is timeless, and the defining truth of life, then death is truly an illusion.

 Hunger is but a passing thought,
Thirst visits me no more,
I hear life's song from the street,
Through my open door.

Memories flood my living soul,
Of what people once did say,
From faces long before these thoughts,
Who were from another day.

So much to do was never done,
And yet there is so much more,
Yet all I can foresee to do,
Has all been done before.

Then strength does fill me fresh anew,
As strength did fill me when,
There was so much more of life to do,
That I may rise again.

Yet love's sunrise will never set,
As God's heart shines on to me,
For Life's love song does never rest,
It is sung eternally.