What am I doing?

Listening to Suzanne Vega, one of my inspirations, and wondering what the hell have I been doing lately? Why haven't I been creating music? Sure, I've been writing lyrics, but it is in the marriage of music and words that you fulfill the purpose of each. I cannot say if the lyrics I have written will work until I start to put melody and harmony to them.

And then I realize, I have been taking care of business. And even though it has only been weeks or months, there is no reason to panic or hurry. It is better that I hunker down and wrap up these loose threads, these skeins of my life unraveled. That is the work to be done now.

Time enough to create... and I promise, it won't be long. Meanwhile...

Suzanne Vega
Pilgrimage

This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
Its a sunday or monday
A march over months of the year

This life is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every death is an end in the race
Its a stopping and starting
A march over millions of years

Travel. arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
Im coming to you
Ill be there in time

This land is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every line is a place on a map
Its a city or valley
A mark on these miles of fields

Travel. arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
Im coming to you
Ill be there in time

This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
Its a wednesday or thursday
A march over months of the year

Travel. arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
Im coming to you
Ill be there in time

Im coming to you
Ill be there in time

Take this
Mute mouth
Broken tongue.
Now this
Dark life
Is shot through with light