The world unseen

I'm the sparrow on the roof
I'm the list of everyone I have to lose
I'm the rainbow in the dart
I am who I was and how much I can hurt

So I will look for you in stories of hurricanes
Westward leading, still proceeding
To the world unseen

I'm the mirror in the hall
From your empty room I can hear it fall
Now that we must live apart
I have a lock of hair and one-half of my heart

So I will look for you
Between the grooves of songs we sing
Westward leading, still proceeding
To the world unseen

There are no gifts that will be found
Wrapped in winter, laid beneath the ground
You must be somewhere in the stars
'Cause from a distance comes the sound of your guitar

And I will look for you in Memphis and the miles between
I will look for you in morphine and in dreams
I will look for you in the rhythm of my bloodstream
Westward leading, still proceeding
To the world unseen



Rosanne Cash from Black Cadillac - I think the lyrics are better than the song.

Lately I've become aware of flutists' penchant for imagining what kind
of bird "sings" the opening flute solo in Peter & the Wolf. On my
toddles around the neighborhood, I am constantly aware of birds' song
as I travel, and particularly notice the sweet little sparrows. I like
to think of them as my pets, only I don't have to feed them (at least
not when there isn't snow on the ground). So I think that will be my
bird image as I prepare for the Melrose Orch.'s April 1 (no joke)
performance of P&TW this year.

Pix today from 22.Aug.2011. Stone sculptures from that wonderful house on Waldorf St. in Ashmont Hill.