September 15th, 2006
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Kathy’s Song
I have one day until Geisai. This is the beginning of a new chapter in my life, I just know it. I’ve worked so hard these four months to prepare for this, devoting my heart, my resources, and virtually all the non-working time I’ve had for this one event. Ten hours, ninety minutes of music, five pages of poetry, four dozen photographs, one heart dreaming of humble reflections and another to truly understand them.
It’s just coming up on midnight, and I am about to start on translations of my poetry. I’ll do all I can with my limited vocabulary, and when that’s done, with what energy I have left I’ll mix my music for the show. In the morning I have a few things left to buy, and then a sample layout on the display. After that, it’s just break down, packing, and waiting. Tomorrow night I’m going to see Hamada Mariko, one final muse before my christening sunrise, a last sympathetic heart to push me on my way. Then on Sunday, it’s just me; just a fool with crude inventions, with his heart pinned to the collar of a torn jeans jacket. This is my exhale of unrequited passion. Thank you, Lord, for giving me these gifts of self-realization.
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies
My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
