a shoreline song youthful and free waves of gold over blue umbrella art the beach a canvas of footprints voices, laughing, calling out the chance of summer over the shoulder, a pencil sketch of gray lines, a song built from day, a little of the past here in the present
regarded as the outsider music and song crossing borders through the senses to make sense, for the combinations to work dialogue success of an idea desperate creation painting over painting confidence and conviction the pop and snap the finished product the conclusion with unlimited opinions
the energy of day resigns itself to evening thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails
Roger Singer 