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Jan 2014
Dedicated to Mr. Stephen Sondheim**


What is that, Dad?
Why that's red!
Red?
Red is a color.
A color?

Oh yes, colors are those very special things
that make all the difference, that make people and things
different, special and special is what you are to me.

What is that, Dad?
Why that's a cloud!
A cloud?

Oh yes, fluffy snowballs that are toys for angels, see them flowing across the blue screen, that is the angels playing games, like we do too!

What is that, Dad?
Why that is love tears!
Love tears?

Yes, love is what I feel when allowed, me to teach you, about the world and it is wet like tears and dry like when you make me big smile for asking the greatest questions and let me love, my being alive, even more, for the sum song of just we two.
Inspired by a HBO documentary watched last night, entitled Six By Sondheim, about the composer Steven Sondheim, his life, his views on art.  Famous for his willingness to teach, in response to a question about never having children, he replied that he regretted it for what a wonderful thing it would be to teach a child about colors and...if he read this, he would likely say, throw it out and start over and someday I will...
He also spoke about the significant  differences between writing lyrics and poetry (which are substantial).  
Jan. 24, 2014
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
(M/nyc)   
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