the jazz the hip the swagger the sound high life sweat and gin piano sweet horns of life dogs barking neon’s sizzle suspenders and silk pony tails beards and sash fingers snap lipstick and lace cymbals and sticks midnight and the passage to the other side
mercurial breezes stirred the ponds surface creating a water print with soft twisting sounds of irregular disruption forming ripples without direction soon breaking apart returning the surface to smooth glass, reflecting late afternoon clouds
A guitar with a sad sound creates a shadow with a soul a spirit song blending within the air in a room on the second floor overlooking traffic where the usual stick figures battle below within the stream of unremembered faces lacking interest yet directing themselves forward to the store or the corner some returning … More SECOND FLOOR
Everything needs to be blocked out all sounds that have nothing to do with what’s before me others have their callings places they worship distant precipices or deserts but here I am selfishly willfully yielding my attention I am haunted by the aroma and authority the force lurking below the surface … More HAUNTED
Late into night images appear on the ceiling of my bedroom sharp angles momentary slivers of car lights traffic signals neon flashes crawling, colliding perishable images appearing then vanishing without sound as the slip down melting onto the wall
Water filled words the start of growing dripping thoughts shadows looking for a shape to become a sound it’s the last part of the best the chance to explain and the reasons lost from silence the half note becoming complete the message received the gold of knowing the walk not alone the story … More OVERFLOWING
It was a blue without end an opening greater than the sky a place I touched sand and rocks I walked on its where I could run when running away to hide in plain sight while all other sounds were blocked out except the waves I was a spot on … More GREATER THAN ME
There stretched out, the ocean perfect in all shapes protected ancient in wisdom its waters sound welcome to all though it knows not the broken heart life without love shadows of death yet maintains its authority to always be there
I stand on the shoreline of the ocean small palpable waves feed on my ankles as dusk yields to night a sound clear as spring windows tilts toward me showering me in the center of a nightly orchestra I wonder looking around if anyone nearby senses the blessing from the air or am … More MOONLIGHT SONG
It was a mountain you thought to be climbed it was then and then it was gone an idea of this and that became a without it was a river to cross shallow and swift the vision became clear by putting the best parts forward it was a sound playing over and over long before … More CLOSE BY
Roger Singer 