defi2009–present |
belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
8 May 2009
cradled broken in my hands
strings unfit for melody
cracked from years of unbelief
chords escaping wistfully
a song a glance a serenade
flailing rhythm increpid rhyme
a beat a chance another day
to crawl to stand to make it mine
tired eyes abandon sight
lost in fleeting worlds unseen
hopeless ears my music make
floating soundless in a dream
a song a glance a serenade
flailing rhythm increpid rhyme
a beat a chance another day
to crawl to stand to make it mine
Copyright © 2009 Charles Fry
with one final kiss looking for you castle in the mist Bakery Square dreaming of you airport black and white It must have been a dozen years since we last spoke. Trudging down the street. one more day my guitar hands what a night. Why did they need both the Atlantic and the Pacific? as this morning's light the king