The words I have to say
Are stuck inside my throat
The piano rests, uncertain
Waitin' on a breeze to play a note
The memories, they haunt me always
Do they do the same to you?
And the piano stands like a sentry
Just waitin' for its cue
The silence, here, is deafening
Prayin' for someone to get mad
Still the piano stands like a statue
With nothin' more to add
There are things we need to reconcile
But you have nothin' new to say
And if you did, there'd be music
And the piano would start to play
With all respect to Mr. Robert Johnson, I'm a Howlin' Wolf fan, 1910-1976, there's a lot of good captures of this man carryin on the blues tradition. For a brief glimpse, I have included a link to one of his songs that I really feel these days, a great man in a grand tradition. I hope that you enjoy!
just wanted to tell you that I went and watched the video since I really am unfamiliar with Howlin' Wolf. I know that the genre is different but he reminded me of dancing with my father to Hello Dolly by Louis Armstrong when I was probably 10 (the gravelly voice I guess). I also posted the video for a friend of mine whose dad was a musician and loved blues and jazz. We both lost our dads so you made each of us smile although probably not intending to. thank you for that. Oh, I like the piano photo too " )
@jackies365 Perfect! Just so wonderful! Really lifted me with what you shared, Jackie! I have those memories too, but as a dad with my daughter. I can tell you that you filled his heart. Of this i am certain
so relaxed I fell asleep lol