In July 2023 I posted a poem entitled For Hours of Time.
Little did I know at the time that it would be taken by a composer and turned into a piece of music (with my permission!) this year.
The composition is for a solo violin and choir.
Below is a link to the video:

https://youtu.be/mpGcrWHwb7g?si=5loGIGzfUcGVN7VN

I hope you enjoy Sy Anderson and Pagan Pauls collaboration.
I'm really proud of it!

The sun is caressing your face.
Your frown and your wrinkles deepen:
You never liked its rays.
But I did — on you.

You hated your body, your tongue, your music
But oh! How wrong were you?
Your body impressed me, your tongue sweetened me
And your music…

It brought life to me.
I hum your tunes all around and people call me mad,
But they just haven’t heard your songs, yet.
And I swear if they did, they would be just as mad as you and I.

And I know this sounds cheesy
But I just can’t fall asleep without your gentle strumming on my old Gibson.
Hell, I can’t even play. I bought it just to impress you.
And I hope I did

Because today was the last day I’ve heard your music.

ınk a new line that drips upon a page;
poetry plays a point that letters spell.
when feet are running meter's rhyme and rage
the poet writes of love that's worth the tell.
a statement made of stanzas rings a bell
in ears that crave the rhythm of a verse
rehears'd in dulcet tones that maybe yell
at times when feeling love is but a curse.
volta Velveeta cheese an early hearse
and bathroom book of verses by anon.
musical fruits smell better smelling worse:
if music be the food of loveplay on.
     in octaves, sevenths, sixths, fifths, fourths, and thirds,
     poesy *****-footing plays with words.

How lovely your voices sound together
Like the ocean they flow easily
A calming sound to a hectic mind
A beautiful melody mixed together by your lovely voices
A melody that has my soul flying to heaven
Voices so enchanting it’s like I’m stuck in a spell
Oh how it makes one feel like they’re floating
Floating in the sea on a warm day
Your voices bring me peace
Reminds me of a time where life wasn’t like a hurricane
The sounds of your beautiful melody is the one moment I get of feeling like I’m in heaven
4-22-23

Sprinting through the blades of grass through the midnight wind
The night hears my footsteps but I hear the music in my ears
Running and spinning it’s nauseating making the world spin.
Diving into the piercing cold lake sending a shock throughout my nervous system, jump starting my heart.
Holding my breath so the liquid doesn’t fill my lungs, the lack of oxygen will collapse my lungs, instead of the water that will fill them later.
I beg and beg to stop running, I plead as I wish to hear my footsteps and not the music sprinting in my head
I hold my breath and the music stops
I breath and the music plays
Both will **** me, one quicker than the other
One will drive me into a spiral of insanity
One will drive me into cardiac arrest
In the end the music will stop
Maybe more to life after you take your last breath
Only time will tell