Deep in Summer

Where have all the cars gone
Not as many as before
The way seems empty, the people gone
Buried deep in summer
They are buried deep in summer
Each in a tunnel of their own sun
In burrow of singular fun
Shooting out the other side of black holes
Where the light is stored for a rainy day
Travel on to the commonplace
The business space, the pent up race
There the heat, it cannot touch you
The windows cannot see you
Skinny life measured out barely reaches
Comics in the sky play out, but ignore those within
Hearts lined up, armored against the bird song
Marching dutifully toward five
When ocean tide awakens
Then sun and moon descend like dew
To moisten every eye wherein grows love
Buried deep in summer
Love grows buried deep in summer
A baby cries, a mother calls, a school yard lives
Ice cream melts slowly down the horrizon
All the crickets play, old timers talk
Ladybug and ants creep along the rose stem
Sigh and wipe away the persperation
Buttery thick the air as twilight fades
Restless flies in the kitchen never notice
Crash goes the screen door
Dirty ruddy freckles, and glowing eyes
Hanging mouth drinking in breath
Corners turned up in happiness
Buried deep in summer
Smiles of the young are deep in summer
Jays and Starlings weave nest and song
Stary Stary Night comes to birth
As life whirls about the streetlight
A tugboat groans somewhere from afar
Something hisses and the night glows red
Coke ovens across the river find relief
A dog barks, then silence
Dreams conjure under damp linen clouds
Traveling faces, friends, lips, arms, foes, charms 
Refreshed only by cool morning breezes
As clarity of day calls our name
Awakening is buried deep in summer
A heart beating deep within summer

The Lamb

Once, in the day of rest
K'dusha rent this earthly vest
A silent wind flew to another place
Of azure surrounding flame of swirling white
No care did follow there
Only the quiet roar of myriad voice
Joined in Spirit the distant many called out
Filling the waters above the earth
K'dosh, K'dosh, K'dosh. . . .
As the sound settled in this life
Holy, Holy, Holy
Dreamlike universe seemed to turn
Is the L-rd of Hosts
Till awareness came to something near
The whole earth is full of His Glory
Standing alone was the Lamb
All of creation is full of His Praise
Gentle, yet strong, with seven eyes
Baruch K'vod ....
Holding all within an unwavering gaze
Blessed is the Glory of the L-rd in His abode.

..like snow pure and still, knowing He is G-d 
As this time melts away.. .

The Sloth

Goodly now the night is come
Wine must needs leave the hand
Fly flees not, seeing not the bed
Nor the pillow where lay sweaty head
Air still wet and thick
Hanging round like dragon's breath
Distant cars pass like songs
till silence creeps in
To put aside lazy thought
Lay here upon canvas cot
Flora exhale in the mind and senses
As Berried Bushes brings bear's drool
So Nick Bottom doth make a fool
Donkey becomes an Ass to know
Tis not spring but summer now
Jasmine delightest this furrowed brow
Orange Blossom spiders dance in the moon
Whilst Stars and planets fall in fast
Dark matter wise and vast
Radiate to crowd out all
Save the play of little kinder hearts
Roll away now, roll far away
Drowsily, overturned ist sinking day.

Please check out my friend Scott Lasky, a really fine composer

Here is a recent piano piece written by an old friend of mine; I find it frankly stunning. Hope you like it as well.

http://youtu.be/U_xAydUFmqY
or
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_xAydUFmqY