Subject to the Wind

There were visions in my head

of something new

Something larger than myself

and oh so true

Then something smacked me in the face

Diverse

like the human race

Then I became a song,

tinted "Blue".

So strong was the strumming of the base

Twanging on the heartstrings

just in case.

And the melody

it bordered on Noir

Like the sounds of a Gibson stringed Guitar

Thumbing out the tunes of soulful lace.

Then things changed

and the sound

it changed too.

But with life

change is what we do

So I dawned some different hats

And I strummed on some Strats

I was Cool

just hang-in with my Crew.

In retrospect,

looking back was no mistake

It was a vicious time

and things were not so Jake

It was a time of aimless thought

Cool Noir

or even not

In a boat

without ores

on a lake.

Subject to the wind

For Music's sake.

JE Falcon

02-06-2021