This song is of my own composition along with original lyrics.

Thanks to the wonderful volunteers who read my poetry and were willing to be photographed.

When Spring Comes

As the trees bloom with great speed

The wind grows warmer with each blow

The grass thrives even filled with weeds

Struggling through all its difficulties

The seeds that were planted so long ago

Their numbers arising in a paltry few

They bring hope for the possibility of tomorrow

And all the implications we cannot forgo

Hard work and determination are so few

It causes one to grow despondent; in lieu

Of the causes of evolution that do brew

In the waking memories of the birds that flew

As Thanks

I have devoured

The dumplings

That were in

The steamer

Which

You worked so

Hard

To make

Forgive me

They were delicious

So salty

And so warm

The Dulcet Tones

Your playing is like an inexperienced foal wandering

Around a field

Like the jackhammer of construction

Like the drone of a helicopter

Like nails on a chalkboard, like a baby crying,

A cat screeching

A walrus tap dancing

A trash can regurgitating.

Like an elastic band hitting you in the eye,

Like a tree bearing blue potatoes

Like a fish walking

Like a hurricane after a tsunami

Like wandering through the desert for a month and finding an empty canteen

Like a splinter piercing your head

Like standing next to speakers emitting a deafening, numbing, chaotic cacophony of heavy metal

Like sitting through a five hour lecture on dirt

Like having a bottle of Axe spilled on you after spending the day at a garbage dump

Like having lizards crawl all over your body

Like waking up at 5 a.m. to the sound of birds chirping

Like the tinkle of childlike innocence gently plodding along

As you play the piano every afternoon at 4.

Light

Refulgent aura

Brilliantly shimmering

Explosive fractals