Without
.
.
you weren’t here last night
to hear if I had something to say
not that I did
but that doesn’t matter
it isn’t the point, anyway
I took a stroll through empty rooms
and talked to myself out loud
some nonsense, not about anything
a break in the absence of sound
I’m watching how slowly
the soul of this place
is shifting
without you around
.
.
.
Relative Something 
You have to fill that space with your common dream, John – jot down a few ideas, turn them over and act on them. Remember those wonderfully created notebooks you made for each of us – I am still taking notes in mine and have it right next to me – well, what about making one for your own project with Cyndie. My father had a way of saying charity begins at home, so do yourself a favor and make something equally as inspiring for you and Cyndie. And, if you don’t mind, I’d like to see the end result and be inspired by it, too, being a great fan of your art work.
Ian Rowcliffe
January 23, 2012 at 12:04 pm
Very touching and lonely.
maryfollowsthelamb
January 23, 2012 at 7:41 am