Well, I understand your sadness and my prayers go out to you and your family.

I know you lean on music to get you thru most everything. Thought these two by
Al Green would help the thoughts I have about your sadness...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lus8OTnLo7w&feature=related


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzitOsxKJNY&feature=related

And of course this is so true... "A House is not a Home" by Luther VanDross


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8_ExFWcny0&feature=related



My Musician


by Prisana Luke
Created on: October 03, 2007



Music was not my first love,
But it became a love because of my musician.
My musician played every beat, every note, every string, every song
Of my heart.
I fell into his keys as he played intensely for the while,
And I stared at his neck moving with the rhythm,
I fell deep and deeper into the trance of love.
As I fell my path became visions of notes,
Jazz, new age, rhythm and blues,
And I stood trying to leave the room.
Yet, by my musician's tunes, I was grabbed by my waist
And graced into a dance of love and embrace.
Oh! My musician played!
He turned and smiled the side smile of victory,
He knew his music overcame me,
And he continued to play intimately on the keys of my heart with his song.
He appeared relaxed as the music filled the air,
My heart became the base tone of the rhythm my musician designed for me.
He continued for me.
Through his music he loved me,
Through his music he touched me,
Through his music he made me,
He made me love again,
Yes, my musician did.