When I wrote this Haiku poem I was thinking about how random sounds can transport us back to places we sometimes thing we have forgotten.

So much of what I learned as a child about using the voice as an instrument comes from listening to lots and lots of race records as they were called from the 20's and 30's and Billie Holiday. I literally fell in love with her and that romance hasn't waned.

Here is my humble attempt to vocalize what she means to me.

This piece is offered as a free download.

Enjoy!

This was one of the first tracks I worked on for 'Precious Rituals.'

Come Down

Come Down

Come down black Night

Like a

Sweet Soul Singer

This was one of those break-up poems one rights in youth. The challenge in converting it into a song was how to convey the mixture of sadness and relief one experiences when coming to the realization that one has learned the lesson: "That sometimes it is better to move on, then to stay."

Creating it brought back the scent of lost love.

You might not believe me this time

When I say 

I won’t be coming back this way again

See

I’ve found myself in this place

That I swore that I’d never go back to again

So

I’m putting an end

To this life and this love

It seems we have flown

The last of our paper doves

We’ve had the wine

And

We’ve broken the bread

One too many times

And now

We’re running on phony alibis

So

No

I won’t be coming back

This way

Again