Standing On The Rooftop - Madeleine Peyroux

Patience

My dust laden guitar 

Sits quietly in the corner doing

Exactly the opposite of what it was designed to do

Patiently waiting for my fingertips 

To release a few notes to the ether

Never to be heard again

Joy

A drum and guitar
Soulful ballads and wine
We danced in the delicate noise
Entwined by joy and surrender

Bandstand

I took your hand and surprised you
Leading you to the bandstand
Sazerac infused grooving and twirling
The room fell away
And all I saw was you

Vieille Âme

You smiled at me
And placed an ancient book in my hand
An artifact from a previous life
I struggled to read the text
Knowing how the words sounded
But only knowing half their meanings
A distant ship in the fog
I recognized the silhouette
And I smiled back at you