
The quiet
When quiet
Turns frantic…

When calm
Towards calm
Sprints havoc…

When still
Through still
Rips panic…

But what’s
Life’s worth
When flat,
If static?
Semi-random musings, poems, and visual images from the journey

The quiet
When quiet
Turns frantic…

When calm
Towards calm
Sprints havoc…

When still
Through still
Rips panic…

But what’s
Life’s worth
When flat,
If static?




The falling leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves of red and gold

I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song

But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

(Per Wikipedia) “Autumn Leaves” is a popular song turned jazz standard based on the French song “Les Feuilles mortes” (“The Dead Leaves”). It was composed by Hungarian-born Joseph Kosma in 1945 with French lyrics by Jacques Prévert. English lyrics were written by Johnny Mercer. He was a founding partner at Capitol Records and he chose Jo Stafford to make the first English recording in 1950. Roger Williams‘ instrumental version was #1 on the US Billboard charts in 1955. Other versions were sung by Bing Crosby, Steve Allen, Nat King Cole, Doris Day, and Frank Sinatra to name just a few. It has been recorded by over a thousand jazz musicians including Artie Shaw, Stan Getz, Erroll Garner, Duke Ellington, Cannonball Adderley, Miles Davis, Vince Guaraldi, Bill Evans, Ben Webster, and John Coltrane.
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
— Henry DAvid Thoreau






Here are my two:



