She said so many people
Said that about this place
Here at Lea’s table

She said she loves
The quiet of the garden sometimes
Just outside

I could see two sides of myself
One side yapping and buzzing
And the other
A Tall slab of granite
Ready to fall on it’s side

I knew that one was nothing without the other
Only with music would the two meet
It was like purpose and the way to do it
Being and how to be

I wasn’t perfect
It was ok
But at least I knew a place
Where the vine grew along the blade

Then I thought
What is light
Without a tree to shine on?

And I was sunshine in a chair
Getting dosed on another season
Feeling heavy
But passing

There’s been DejaVu lately
The invincible man I’m creating
Is breaking

Like raw eggs into pasta