To Augusta
You are my sunshine
When darkness looms nearby.
Sweet, old dog of mine,
What's happening and why?
My only sunshine
You are when life
Tramples my soul.
Now full of pain and strife,
Old age takes its toll.
You make me happy
With your genuine care
And excitement each day.
My pain I can't bear
As you slip away.
When skies are grey
I stroke your fur;
You hear me cry.
Rivers my eyes do pour
As your life begins to die.
You'll never know dear,
Faithful dog(Augusta Leigh)
The angel that you've been to me,
Through misery,
And also glee.
How much I love you
Even as you lie
In the dirt.
And, rising up you try
Only to fall back, hurt.
So, please don't take
Too much time dying,
For your own sake,
And to cease my crying.
My sunshine
Is slipping away.
Good bye dear dog of mine;
You've left me today
In every way.
Away.
Nov. 28, 2000
The Piano of Life
Each key holds the power
To unlock the door
To the magical, mystical
Melody of music.
Seen as a whole
One key may seem insignificant,
Yet the musician knows
Its very importance.
A piano may show
Happiness, joy, and gladness,
And a piano may express
Anger, frustration, and sadness
All in the touch of a few keys.
The light, soft songs
Contrast with the
Loud, booming voice
Of Fortissimo, Expressivo.
Nothing else matters
When your fingers press
Onto the keys;
You're concentrated on
The world of music.
The tranquil, soft, sweet notes
Sound as if an angel
Is fluttering her wings,
Lightly gliding through the air,
And softly floating through the clouds.
The sound of urgency,
The cry of disaster
May be heard
From a piano's
Quickening tempo
And increasing loudness.
The piano is a powerful weapon
To those who use it correctly;
It is a secret hiding place
To escape from the world
And be free.
