They say we burned so bright.
We take each day for granted. The years accumulate like rings on an old oak tree. The stories we tell get passed down, faded, and forgotten. I make music to stop time. The words and melody come out in fragments. Pausing I take a sip of coffee and let my mind wander on a story, a picture, or a smell. In my head I’m fifteen and full of dreams just out of reach. I use the song to take me back to that place. To dream like I am fifteen as the sun settles on my face humming a song I’ve not written down yet.
I tell myself we’ve got time but that’s the great lie, isn’t it. Our numbers are up at any time. I continue to push myself to keep this up regardless of who is listening. Once I am gone, I am silent. I can’t make the noise anymore. But through these recordings we stop time. We can stop time and remember which is sometimes better than the actual moment because we can spin it in a way that avoids the mistakes and pitfalls. That younger self I take pity on. I didn’t know you would always take the hard road. Toughen up the skin flower child.
Take the songs as the stories they’ve been portrayed to tell. There is a little bit in this for the romantics at heart. Make them yours as you would and connect them to the photographs of your past. You’ve got today. Make the best of it.