so listening to Sondheim talking
art, composition and
inspiration,
he says something that so astounds me, my core shaken.
hundreds of songs composed,
but only one,
only one!
autobiographical.

ashamed. I am ashamed.
99% of what is scribble-scribe, about myself,
so I flunk my very own poem exam.

worse, I knew it true
but would not say it lest,
my shame public pronounced,
till now.

his target market was the theater-goer,
the public, you.

mine, myself.
you invited into ******~voyage,
to peer into me
peering into me

but I have an oath modest taken,
from know-now on,
I will write
About You,
For you,
Less-on me,
Lessons of us....


Jan. 25th 2014.