Dedicated to the memory of William Maurice Henzie Jr.
lyrics
You will sit down to write a letter with no recipient.
You will stumble, but it will feel true. Do you not stumble?
You will look out the window onto the empty street,
and appear to reflect.
But it is appearance.
You are soaking. You are certain that all the air in
the house is conspiring to hum. And you will sing to it,
silently. You will consider your noble deceased, those
who left you here to finish a painting already sold,
displayed, and burned – with joy.
It is with joy.
You will sleep, and you will wake, and it will be memory...
and even that will be memory. The ink will age, remembering.
The ink well gives, eventually. You will consider the fallen
snow, the falling snow, and the unawares sea that will soon
watch his children be swept up into their perfect dream.
You will know each crystalline picture, named by our
nameless admirer. You will admire her. You may love her.
It is just fine, to guess. You will be studied by people.
People are studious. Pay attention to the students – they pay
with their youthfulness. You will open a book and greet
your reflected image.
It is image, imagination, and, already, gone.
You will close a book and imagine another. Tomorrow
(image) another. You will meet her a thousand times.
Or once, years ago. It will be years ago. Before you
know her. It will occupy you. It will make its home
in your head; will set up shop in your soul; will
commandeer your hands.
Don’t buy nothing just yet.
You will hear a different set of notes, while wandering.
You will be in awe of many people. They will applaud this.
It will be trying. Try to become their applause. You will have
to be chaos. You will have to collect consciousness without
keeping him, for the rest of the senses – the less aware – are
waiting. You will clap. You will attend your friends’ ceremonies,
your family’s rituals, your own funeral. You will clap.
You will intend to tell your father. You will attempt to
steal your mother. You will extend the life of your teachers.
And you will end.
It is appearance, image.
You will envy every lit candle. You will wish upon each wick.
You will stitch her a wound that only you can undo. You will
put on a stolen sweater and saunter off to school, pretending
to be her pupil, but you will not be in her eyes. You will see,
it is sight. She will look...luminous. You will keep moving.
You will find yourself an old forest. You will befriend the picture,
the shoots, the stalks. Then you will fire. You will light.
Will, be done.
It is appearance, joy, image, will.
You will be done.
credits
from Is That A Riot?,
released August 1, 2006
by David Henzie-Skogen (Layered Music - SESAC)
Original riot jazz crew, wrecking stages everywhere all the time since 1997. New EP 'Pax Instrumentals’ out now. Members are available for online lessons, commissions, arrangements, and custom studio work as well. Thanks for listening.
Wow! Haven't heard this kind of energy from a brass band before. Great to see what happens when musicians are also the composers. Highly recommended! Alex Hall