Old American Radio Piano

Radio StationW. A. I. L.Voice of The BansheeAnd the Hounds of HellThe old Tack PianoHear it’s dusty keys plinkGhostly echoed soundMakes your heart sinkOld tube radioSounds from the pastOld Jazz CroonersFrom a 1930’s classSounds of nostalgiaHear it’s mournful soundPiano playing by itselfWhen there’s no one around

New Day Sun

I’ve been playing Cello for 1 1/2 weeks so far. I have my first lesson via Zoom on Monday, and my Niece is my teacher. Pardon the songs lately because I’m a rank beginner, but trying to write songs for Cello is a fabulous exercise. Even though I’m getting older, it’s like the new light of a new day – learning something new makes…

The Day Fall Fell

Today was the day Fall FellThe last leaves of Autumn are on the wingCars had Christmas trees on the roofSoon it will be time to sing (Auld Lang Syne)Today was the day Fall FellThe ornaments and lights are going upThanksgiving was great funLife with you is a Golden CupToday was the day Fall FellHappy Birthday my DearMy life is wonderfulWith you, and every year

Autumn Steps

Small garden stepsStrong and steepMade of brickThree foot deepAlways warmAnd invitingGarden pathQuite excitingWhen the rain Comes downGolden leaves fallOnto the ground


ThankfullyI was proven wrongStill hanging in thereColors prolongedThe colors fallLike water over a cliffIn time for ThanksgivingWhat a giftI’m on the prowlEyes open wideFor scenes to captureOn my bike ride

New Testament

My fifth song with Cello. Its a challenge, but the more I play Cello, the more I love it. This a New TestamentReligious, in a pagan wayWorshipping NatureWhat God hath madeNo need for textProse or sermonsJust open your eyesYour soul is yearningGentle thoughts Relaxing and kindOpens your soulOpens your mind

Thankful Moon

This NovemberSubtle beautyArrived so soonWith Beaver MoonOn the heels Of Great OctoberTrees fading gloryUnfolding storyOn to DecemberWith chilled night airNot so fast!We have to give thanksThe Beaver MoonThe Thankful MoonThankful forWhat we adoreWhat we adoreAnd give our thanksOur quiet thoughtsThat can’t be bought

Thanksgiving Eyes

Late Fall colors BeckonJust when I gave upThey call me backI reckonThis treeJust down the streetOn my way to townI had to stop and greetOn the way homeTrees of many colorsCaught me by surpriseA feast for Thanksgiving Eyes

The Minds Eye

It’s fantasticWhat we humans seeWhen our eyes are openInternallyThe InternalAffects the ExternalWhen our eyes are openAutumnal or VernalThe ExternalInfluences our brainBringing pleasureOr painAutumn’s paradoxSuch color in deathVernal is greenA baby’s first breathImages beget moodsColor the minds eyeAccentuate the positiveOr scare us deep insideTake the moonYou’ll either sing Clair de LuneOr songs filled with doomYou get to chooseDecide what you seeDarkness and sadness orLight and…

Mysterious Thanksgiving Moon

Thanksgiving MoonAppeared in my DreamSoftly shining Mysterious sceneMy camera didn’t catch The full glory of the nightSo I push processed itUntil I got it rightIt occurred to meThat humans can seeHuman emotionsBetter than technology