Sometimes

Sometimes I just do the things I do
They need to be done, that’s the way it is with things
Sometimes I feel like doing them
And then sometimes I find myself not doing them anyway

Sometimes I need to talk to a tree
Lean quietly against it and have a quiet exchange
Sometimes I don’t even think it’s strange
Though it helps when it’s dark

Sometimes music is the only thing that can put my mood right
Back where it belongs
Sometimes I know where that is

Sometimes I know who I am
Sometimes I know who I want me to be
Most of the times I probably am me
Or at least someone closely related to that

Sometimes I think about those who said that you need to know
where to go
how to go there
why

Sometimes I think that it must be nice to know
these things

Sometimes I think that sometimes is not enough
Sometimes I dream of being able to say
Always
Just once in a while

Taxiing in Schiphol in March

Taxiing in a silver tube
moving over wet concrete
between red, blue and green lights
of which I understand nothing

Once more on the move
from where I am
to somewhere I am supposed to be

For a while

But here and now I'm suddenly thinking
like a ray of sun appearing through clouds
or a temple bell turning over silence
what for?

It's not that I don't know
or even doubt that I should
but more a -
- loss of certainty

Which makes me momentarily feel lost
out here between red, blue and green lights
of which I understand nothing
but that I am going there

As I always do.

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Crossposted from H2G2

What a piece of music can do

Walking home through city streets
on a summer morning
Early. And late.

An early morning
could also be called a late night
But the sun is up, warming me
So I call it a morning

A late summer morning
could also be called early autumn
But the sun is there, warming me
So I call it a late summer

The morning is brilliant
turning water to gold, bathing hard stone in softness
speaks of the good day to come
Yet in the light
lingers the remnants of a wonderful night

The rays of sun, golden and warm
whispers about a summer so good
but also of autumn to come with leaves turning red

After the joyful bliss of summer
I don't know if it is you or I who is leaving
But we are
And we know
And it’s fine

I am ready for the changing season
for the change in life, our lives
I am happy with the summer that was
All the sun that will forever shine within me

We will always remember this summer
With fondness
Knowing that it was and will forever be
An affair to remember

- - - - -

That came out of one piece of music - "An affair to remember", the Lynne Arriale trio from the "Live at Montreux" album. Of all places, in the car - in relatively solid morning queues on the Motorring 3 North, on my way to work.

I'd recognised Lynne Arriale's piano playing and looked down at the iPod* to get the title. Half a minute into the tune the thought struck me "Bob! That is exactly what she plays!"

All the sights, sensations and emotions of the piece I put together above came out of that piano tune. I was furiously turning sentences over in my mind, lamenting the fact that I couldn't get them down on paper - or screen - in the car.

Getting into the office, I just had to get it down in words - and there it is, as near as I could do it.

And you can say that my experience with Lynne Arriale playing that song certainly is an affair I will remember :)

*Don't worry - I don't drive with earbuds... The iPod plays via the car radio...