Rainfall’s insistence
Tapping upon my rooftop
This Seattle night
poetry, prose, and photography

Compassion and grace
Linked together as they loop
Spring’s birds appearing
Sunlight’s holding back
Eastern mountains soon will glow
As this day begins
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
For so great a mind
Those who understand “Assay”
Others are tested