rooftop harmonies: January 2010

my hands

The words floated softly to my ears.

"My hands, don't wanna start again.

My hands, no they don't wanna understand..."

And I was looking into a mirror.

"...They don't wanna be without your hands,

And they will not let me go, no they will not let me go."

Your hands--the ones that held my heart--

Now hold a wedding ring.

And just like the song says,
I go days without crying,

I don't see you everywhere,

And I can say your name easily.

But your hands...

Your hands are still breaking my heart.

photo from istock.com. Song My Hands by Leona Lewis.

get to you

tiny hands and tiny feet

the tiny smile i love to greet

big brown eyes and big loud cries

i'd like to think you're missing me

the distance really isn't far

but, baby, there's no gas in my car

the world turns round, goes up and down

and your picture on the wall breaks my heart

a little laugh and a little cry

a little tear as the days go by

don't worry now, i'll come somehow

and you'll wipe my tears away

paint a song

blank slate

and empty pages

open the floodgate

it's been waiting for ages

deep down

been there all along

words without a sound

harmonies without a song

rhyming,

rhythmic sensation

counting the timing

equals mega frustration

sometimes

every try doesn't

fall inside the lines

the result is not pleasant

so don't look back,

and with colors in hand

turn the volume up.

paint a song without music.

sing a picture.

write a feeling.

open your heart

give every word meaning.

there's no time to lose;

for time is a gift.

on the page before you

show me what you've lived.

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