dating musicians

He became my song for a while
until he took away his hands
and his music followed
but what of my ears? I asked
who will play me into love? my heart wanted to know
but there wasn’t enough harmony in our melody
to justify a one-sided affair
so I left him with a gift of my own:
the grand finale
to our out of tune


record player

Remember the record player? the record player you bought two years after I had been telling you how much I wanted one. The same one you purchased two months after our love broke. Perhaps so you could still keep a piece of me, there against the window, soaking up the stream of sunlight that used to dance across your wooden floors and my lap; perhaps just as bait to bring me back. Remember how you bought it broken, just to have it fixed? And how, even after months of playing Ryan Adams, I couldn’t figure out for the life of me just how to turn it on. So I would plea for help- sweets! my voice echoed along the corridors of your apartment. You always listened. So I learned to sing to you: And you and I were dancing in the dirty rain, my voice would carry over the words, and in the kitchen, with my feet placed on top of yours and my arms around your neck, that day we danced the first dance we’d never get to have.

chirp chirp

Plants @ Torrey Pines State Reserve

“It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day…

When I returned from so many journeys,

I stayed suspended and green

between sun and geography”

– Pablo Neruda

In my often hippie-like, impulsive and totally uninhibited awe of mother nature, birds always seem to get most of my love. How many times I’ve seen them fly over my head and desired to be flying alongside them!  Now Spring Break is over and I’m wishing I could fly away, continue my course towards whatever distant land I’m seeking for and find shelter somewhere beautiful and dark; Away from everyone but the few loved ones that made the journey there with me.


(The post wouldn’t be complete without a little song from Mr. Bird himself! #I’mjustthatcheesy).