Sadness falls now that you are gone
I thought there would be one more song
Maybe written sometime back
Words: that don’t cut any slack
Life and love and how it ends
Family, flowers, tears and friends
There you are, I remember you
Song in my heart, that’s what I’ll do

My life would be complete
If I were to die right now
All because of this song
That has blasted in my ears
for only the past twelve minutes
but I'm sure I'll listen to it for another hour
before I finally drift to sleep
with the music still in my ears
so if I didn't wake up
as least I died happy

I don't know how many understand this feeling
the notes connecting with your soal
so they sing in harmony
as a wave of relaxation crashes over you
to the beat of this rhythm
that you'll sure you'll never forget
so that when your sixty
you'll tap your feet the same as you do now
and feel this joyful emotion
in your final waking hours
because I don't think I'll ever connect to anything more than I do to this melody

(a tribute to richard walters)

under the soft stage light
richard walters performed
a song called awards night
he’d written about elliott smith.
my heart ached quietly
for the ghost his voice carried.

sofar fairy –
as i call her in my head –
said i looked like
i was in the clouds,
living in the memory
of someone else.

his energy followed me
into the next morning at work.
half-stunned, half-joking,
they’d insinuate
my joy must have come
from someone’s warm embrace.

how could i explain to them,
that music and words
can whisper through your ribs,
settle in your chest,
and lift you higher
than any touch permits?

richard’s voice just lingered
like the aftertaste of honey,
like rain caught in leaves.
i carried him home in my pulse,
where elliott still lives,
softly whispering between
the notes of his guitar strings.

In Your Smile, My Dear

In your smile, my dear,
I See infinite beauty,
Sublime dreams,
Happiness,
And hidden secrets.

In your smile, my dear,
I discover a safe haven
And a welcoming home.
I feel an ocean of love,
And the peace of a river.

I hear unspoken words,
Songs of the rain,
And the melodies of the birds.

I see the birth of a new spring,
I smell the fragrance of tulips and roses,
Witness a rainbow of hope and inspiration

Listen to best wishes and heartfelt prayers,
Read thousands of untold stories,
Watch the symphony of nature,
Behold sunshine, the full moon, and twinkling stars.

Hussein Dekmak

echo me close to your silence
trace me near to your sighs
soften me with your edges
and fall me into your eyes (could this be real, so real, so real)

melt me into your yearning
blur me into your need
where walls become like water
and this broken begins to heal (could this be real, so real, so real)

and fall me into your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.
almost alive, alive

color me with your whispers
paint me almost your dawn
where going is no longer coming
and leaving's almost gone (could this be real, so real, so real)

dance me through your defenses
float me through to your pain
pour me through your edges
till stone turns soft as rain (could this be real, so real, so real)

melt me into your yearning
blur me into your need
where distance becomes surrender
and stone begins to feel (could this be real, so real, so real)

and fall me into your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.
almost alive (could this be real, so real, so real)

stone walls falling
still morning breaking through
every step forward
almost into you (could this be real, so real, so real)

and fall me into your eyes, your eyes, your eyes. almost alive (could this be real, so real, so real)…
     and fall me into your eyes, your eyes, your eyes. almost alive…
          let's dance, let's dance, let's dance me into your eyes,
              your eyes, your eyes…
                   forever spinning into your eyes, your eyes, your eyes…
                       i'm almost alive, alive, almost alive…
                          i'm almost alive, alive, almost alive…

everybody's smiling in my mind
rumors spreading about a happy life

but you don't understand
it's your time to stand
give me your pain
I’ll turn it into rain
you'll be the sun
the rain will bow
its happening slow
it has begun

Did you forget? You can't be depressed.
rule number one, when you're masking it all
so let me take your pain
you’ll know fame
there's a world around here

cause that should be me
standing there
that should be me feeling so bad
that should be me lonely and sad

that should be me
that should be me

that should be me breaking apart
that should be me remembering the past
that should be me, it's going so fast

go on your way
it's only one day
make it the best
then get some rest

the sun you are
you’ve made it this far

that
should
have
been
me

yesterday
i took part in
a latvian wedding
even though
i had no idea
what i was doing;
we formed a circle
with burning torches
and sang and chanted
and screamed
performing rituals
that the fathers
of their fathers
once performed

i was told that
the male guests
had given the groom
the strength of a bear
while the bride
was given wisdom
and encouragement
for the years to come
the bride and groom
were then bound
with symbolic chord
blessings and song
joining them together
by hand and heart

without being able
to speak the language
i had to guess or
discreetly ask
for explanations
from other guests
to understand
the significance
of each part;
watching the bride
and groom however
it was clear immediately
their love needed
no translation