The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: PIANO, PLAY ME

The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: PIANO, PLAY ME:              Piano,  Play Me             Piano, play me             With wordless tune             Thr...

The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: I'LL COME IN STORM CLOUDS

The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: I'LL COME IN STORM CLOUDS: I'll Come In Storm Clouds Hear the rain Fall on the glass Small wet drops Now coming fast. Hear t...

There Is A Spring Inside of Me

THERE IS A SPRING INSIDE OF ME

THERE IS A SPRING INSIDE OF ME 

ONE I COULD NOT EVEN SEE 

ONE I COULD NOT EVEN FEEL 

BUT NOW I KNOW THE SPRING IS REAL.

THERE IS A FOUNTAIN IN MY SOUL 

OF SILVER WATER THAT TURNS TO GOLD 

THE SOURCE IS GOD, THE VESSEL, ME 

AND POURING FORTH NOW FOR ALL TO SEE. 

THERE IS A LOVE THAT BRIGHTLY SHINES 

HERE IN MY EYES AND IN MY MIND 

AND I GIVE BACK WHAT I'VE BEEN GIVEN 

AND FOLLOW THE TRAIL OF WORDS TO HEAVEN. 

THERE IS A HOPE THAT ONCE WAS PALE 

AND FEARED THE PATH WOULD LEAD TO HELL 

BUT NOW I JOY AND MY SOUL SINGS 

MY GOD HAS MADE ME A LIVING SPRING. 

©by Voo

MAY 22, 2004

 4:50 P.M.

THE FALL DOWN DAYS W SPOKEN WORD VERSION

The Fall Down Days

And now in the fall down days

Of my solitary heart

I sit reading in the corner

Of a musty library

Drinking tea and watching spiders

Spin their silvery webs along the shelves.

It's always raining outside

And the west wind whispers my name

Ever so softly

There's usually a book of poetry

Lying in my lap

Maybe even one of mine from ages past.

Celebrity is a heady thing

It raises you up and pulls the rug

Out from under you

Just when you get comfortable

And think they really love you.

Everything that goes up

Must come down

Fame and fortune, life and love

Dreams and spotlights

But, oh, especially love.

©by Voo

2006

     Soft rain and music sounds

                                                  

    

         Chopin Nocturne 9

                 The Fall Down Days
                 SPOKEN WORD VERSION

LOOKING FOR THE MAN WHO RAN

Looking For The Man Who Ran

The stars were so bright

And the moon so full

I swear I could see the cactus

Moving surreptitiously

Across the red desert floor.

One last bite of hard bread

One sip of lukewarm water

A bit of prayer

And I snuggled down against the cold.

The neighing of the horse

Woke me from a dreamless sleep

And I lay there underneath the sky

And thought about your face.

Traveling’s never brought me

Closer to you

Searching has never taken me

To the place to which you ran.

But I keep riding

I keep looking and I keep hoping

Up every steep green mountain

Down every low lonely valley.

They say you killed a man for me

But I don’t know

I’ve never looked at other men

Though maybe some have looked at me.

There’s never been room inside my soul

For anyone else but you

And your quiet ways

And your laughing eyes and quick hands.

The horse looks at me with pity

Turns his back and flicks his tail

He knows I’m thinking about you again

And he’s sorry he woke me.

A soft cool wind sweeps by, caresses my skin

And I burrow deeper into the blanket

And fall back to sleep

Dreaming that I hear footsteps

Walking toward me in the starlight.

©by Voo

June 9, 2007

1:30 a.m.