Quick one-take with nylon string guitar.
Silence – February 23, 2017
All good things are on the mend
So many pieces are broken
It could be better
Put them back together again
I’ve seen the face of a Holy man
But all his answers were silent then
Maybe I am a faulter
Maybe I am the heretic again
I wait for enlightenment
But I question my questions
Meditate but I’m always coming up short
I whistle to the singing wrens
They answer back and take wing again
Think nothing of it
Silence comes again
Maybe I happened upon the answer
Maybe there is no great mystery
How could I miss it?
Silence surrounds me.