Saying When

18 | Micromanage

I know who touched this report
His fingerprint whorls–
dense charts, tile graphics, five pies, no slicers, no story, no clarity,
no focus
–tightly packed,
clutter the screen,
stark negative
in a crime show opener.
The name at the bottom is
a red herring
a puppet
a set-up.
I know who touched this report.

Spoiler

Thank you Wolfi!! And Fox, if I ever actually manage to clean the apartment up enough for a cat, you will be the first to get pics.

Annual Song | Iris | mostly final lyrics

(Verse One)
As the flowers of youth grow spindly from the root,
every breeze teases ruin, every frost is felt acute.
On the far horizon, blocked by mountains high
lies the life that we seek,
life that we reach
for the life we won’t find ‘till we climb.

(Chorus)
As the iris blooms every May,
you return to me again.
You return to me, and then
in every word unsaid, convey
what you told me before,
what you'd not repeat, you swore,
what I long to hear once more.

(Verse two)
In that summer sweet you spoke your solemn vow
Trying brave for your cadence, though we say bravado now
‘Fore the words half-formed could float upon the air
I saw mountains arise
mountains that I
couldn’t dare climb ‘till I’d made it there.

(Chorus)

(Verse Three/Bridge)
As the winds of time blow firmly from behind
so we forge ever onward, over every steep incline.
From my lonely peak, I hear your echo call,
and there’s mountains ahead
and they’re mountains I dread
but behind each mountain tall
must spring forth a waterfall!
So I’ll find it with you
See things anew
knowing together we’ll face it all.

(key change)
As the iris blooms every spring,
I return to you again.
I return to you, and then
in every solemn song, I sing
that I loved you before,
that it’s you I still adore,
that I’ll love you ever more.

As the iris blooms ever more.

Annual Song | Iris | First Recording

Take One

Now that I listen to it... I think I may have to try again on the bridge. I've also started composing the accompaniment, but... the chord voicings on this one really have lost me. Idk what is happening haha.

19 | Flip It

Turn a building model upside down;
every force acts in reverse.
All tension is compression.
Every pull becomes a push.
Divorced from recognition,
shapes, shadows, forms all focus.
Transpose a melody,
and its chords reveal themselves.
Flip a drawing,
and its odd angles stand out.

If I do a handstand,
maybe then I’ll see true.

I! HAVE! CHORDS!