BLACKBIRD

 

There’s a blackbird cawing

I can’t hear a sound

All his Berry’s have  fallen

Where they cut his tree down

 

Now he’s flying toward the sun

And his heart is full of rage

 

Just fly away

Burn these arms

that once held you

Just tear out our page

 

I know to well your failings

A cruel and bitter soul

You can’t repair his ending

And we both know you know

 

I was there, heard his first cry

And his eyes, they are my eyes

 

So just fly away,

Burn these arms

that once held you

Just tear out our page

 

 

Blessed...

You were my brother

Jeffrey Berry 

May 25, 1976 – May 21, 2019

Everyone has a story, mine is expressed through my music. 

My fingers play the keys without thought or intension. 

My melodies and words come about without a plan or reason. 

I scribble  a word or two in case I forget, but I found I can't make out what I wrote, so I close my eyes and sing what I feel.

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” ― Plato