Written Aloud to "Row"

There are times when, for no reason at all
I cease to see anything: everything beyond me;
the visible breath that escapes my lips,
the panoramic world that shines as it sets,
the faces of people I know who smile in return,
the leaves that whisper as they're carried by the wind...

The pebbles that crunch under foot,
and remind me of summer;
Pulling into an unpaved driveway,
charmed by the sound of gravel between treads,
and stopping for ice cream after a day spent in the shade
of trees forever thankful for a friend.

It's times like these,
when the world around me ceases to be,
and I'm taken away to a place impossible to define.
It is a scene made perfect
by its very innocence;
By its love unsurpassed and,
its longing for those moments that bring tears,
simply because of the music they could write
to meet them.



written while listening to "Row" by Jon Brion