This was written May 2008. It should be read in a slow, contemplative, slightly melancholy tone.
It's an almost-rainy night in Douglass
And I sit outside, with my guitar
And wonder if I'll ever change.
Wind chimes jingle across the pond
And a bird sings, with my guitar
The same ischordant harmonies of yesterday.
Thunder rumbles far away
And beckons me inside, with my guitar
But my legs are petrified to this lonely seat.
I rest my chin on my guitar,
And close my eyes.