Saturday 25 July 2015

THE LEATHER CHAIR

The recent comments on sadness were preceded by those I intend to post here today Again not to linger on the subject but as part of giving it its say, acknowledging it, understanding where it came from - in the hope of being somewhat free of its active presence -and possible undercover influence

As an aspiring song writer I am also open to the idea that the act of doing this might not only bring about a change in my relationship with sadness but may change how it chooses to appear in my songs!



Sadness is my business
I don't sell it
I just live it
It came to me some time ago
It walked into my living room
Sat down upon a leather chair
And tuned in to the scene

Others may have noticed it
If so they never spoke of it
That's the way that many like
To be when it's around

Sadness is my business
I don't want it
I just have it
It's there some days when I awake
I give it space to have its say
But since you left
It likes to stay
Reminding me it's nothing new
Whatever I might try to do
Its never far away

Believe me I'm not fond of it
Am fearful it might become
Like some devoted ally
In the tale that must be spun

It's part of what I signed up to
When I appeared out of the womb
And realized that love and sadness
Often sing in tune

Sadness is my business
It finds it's way into my songs
Where, if it has a use at all,
It speaks to those who try
To keep it from their door
Who like a peek but only if
It isn't theirs to own

Sadness is my business
It came to me some time ago
It walked into my living room
Sat down upon a leather chair
And tuned right in to me