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Heart Returned to Sender

My heart returned last night

From adventures far and wide

A little sheepish

A little quiet

A little battered from the journey

A little rougher than I’d like

So, I set it on the stage with me

Poured love into the mic

Watched it grow and heal beneath

The cozy, kind bar lights

All the worries

All the fears

All the longing that I feel

For a connection deep and true

Transformed by chord and key

Unlocking every fetter

Chaining you to me

I sing away the blues

I’m lost within the music now

My heart is home and healthy

Sound

Giving thanks and gratitude

For every song I drew

From all the love I won and lost

For all the mysteries uncovered

For every dream come true

We’re getting ready for the next dream

Recovery and rest

My heart is home again now

Returned to sender from the best

I could imagine

Whether truth or lie

Love is never ending

Friend

Love never dies

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Freshly Brewed Excerpt (Poem)

Morning came again anyway

Headache

Buttons pressed

The making and unmaking

Without end

Fill the cup

Empty the cup

Tidy

Mess it all up

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat

Until the song stops hurting

And the aroma becomes pleasant

And each breath welcome again

Drink deeply then

Of life

~ Freshly Brewed Excerpt by Wendy Kheiry

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I See You, Magnificent

I would tell you over and again

What I love about you

How the sparkle in your eyes lights up the world

How your big huge heart inspires me

How your dedication to the ones you love earns my respect

I would tell you once again

How your love for nature resonates through the wild woods

How your ability to overcome adversity with patience and hope brightens dark corners

How your insights and devotion to growth blaze trails in the minds around you

I would tell you once more

How your presence in this world is needed

How without you the world would be smaller, darker, colder

How without you the music would never play

The sun itself would dull

The clouds would never lift

And song itself would end

These are some of the ways I love you

How can I thank you for the joy you bring

For the light that shines through you

For the notes that become the melody

The harmony of this dissonant world

How can I thank you for staying

Who will tell you these things when I am gone

Listen to the whisper of the wind at dawn

To the ocean coming to shore

To the birds singing in the trees

Saying, “Thank you. I love you. I see you, magnificent.”

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Behind the Song: Bottle of the Blues

I wrote this song thinking of the line from Gotye’s Somebody That I Used to Know that goes “You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness,” and how even so, we seek out love and connection with others.

“Like resignation to the end, always the end”

Gotye’s song is, of course, beautiful and sad, and poignant, about endings and final words to lovers beyond our reach.

As Rosalie once said of Bottle of the Blues, “This is a kind of mood.”

Perhaps the addiction is to a darker shade of sadness, one with brittle cracks, and jagged edges.

It’s about beginnings, and connection even in the midst of pain and suffering.

This is a kind of mood, and not everyone will understand.

For those who do, I’m sorry.

Lyrics here

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Posted an Original Song: Clever Like This

This is part of my systematic effort to reduce performance anxiety, and share original music. I’ve played this song only for a handful of people prior to recording.

There are other new posts up on my YouTube Channel, some of which are mildly amusing, sporadically informative, randomly entertaining, and insightful as to why something that might take 15 minutes will digress into singing, extemporaneous playing, and exploring the nature of sound.

This video stays on track though (miraculously).

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Sing Me

Hold that first note

Long and low

Walk down the scale in time

Those minor keys

Unlock me

Sing the cage door open

With harmonies I fly

In melody return

Lift up a voice that’s true

Sing me back together

Climb again the mountain

Sail upon the sea

Lose me in the forest

Rhymes and rhythm captured

Spirits freed enraptured

Loose me from this prison

Sing me pure and good

Sing me real and gritty

Sing me one more time

Sing me back to you

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Uncertain and Unsure

There are flowers out her window

The birds, they come to play

The swingers and the bluejays

Come for a bite, but never stay

There’s something to remember

But the thoughts begin to slip away

There are anchors getting lighter

Which hold the world in place

There’s something to remember

Getting fewer every day

At first she doesn’t know me

Uncertain and confused

Then a spark begins to flicker

In her eyes

“You’re the girl who plays guitar”

We pluck the strings

I try to sing

Her face begins to shine

Stories that she tells

Of a long and busy life

And it’s fitting that there’s people

Who come to care for her

After everything she’s done

For those she loves

Each time I think she’s fallen

Into a deeper sleep

I stop playing for a moment

And she stirs

“More music?”

And she tells me not to sneak away

Play another song for me

My audience of one

She might forget the songs I’ve sung

And that’s all right with me

For just some moments she is shining

Like a flower in the sun

Every song is new

Every song is new

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Eyes of a Lion

Across the savannah of time

Waving grasses

Isolated trees

So much sky

There are herds roaming

From watering hole

To watering hole

There is the pride that lounges

Rising to stalk when hungry

Sun rises and sets and rises again

Stars move through their patterns in the night

At dusk and dawn

The melody of sunlight

The rhythm of constellations

Eons in minutes

The story told of all that life is

In the eyes of a lion

In the eyes of the antelope

In the flight of birds

And the whisper of grass moved

To dance by the wind

Across the savannah of time

Populations rise and set and rise

Inexorable setting sun

Imperative rising dawn

We sing to mourn the fall of light

We sing to celebrate illumination

We sing life awake

We sing death to sleep

We sing because we cannot stop

We sing in every movement

This song of existence

In every breath

Sung

The eyes of a lion

Looking out across the savannah

No time eternal

Forever fleeting

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Hearts and Stone

They hang like chimes

Those hearts dangling over earth and stone

To hear their song in the hushed morning mist

Singing tales of brokenness and healing

Is to wander wonderingly into a pinpoint light

Soft and warm against the cool, hard texture

Of stone

Is to remember being wrapped in your arms

In a way that hasn’t happened yet

In a way that may never happen

Except in the floral chimes

Suspended

Protected

Swaying beautifully

Lit from within

Let us soften love

And meet one day on the path

Through fog and forest

Let us soften love

Until the light of us

Becomes one

As the stone blossoms

And hearts softly sing