strumming my faith with his fingers

so "mister hai" came to town and we were couped up in the studio recording his new song , fiendish night to day , day to night fussing over guitar , lyrics and tears . in memory it was ... a tribute , an honor , a story spun in verses , notes and music scores for his late grandpa dear.made me curl up to wonder if i felt his pain or my own ,echoed through buffered walls .. and the walls , the walls of those wet cheeks flustered with emotion . never one to cry easily, the cigar smoke of that closeted room veiled my fragile vulnerable self as i pictured vividly in my mind ,every scene his words made out to me, smouldering away like the hot crimson ash on his fiery lit cigar ,drawing at his own pace , deep hypnotic breaths and slowly , slowly wasting its glorious existance into pale withering ambers and finally ...into dust ... 

and all that remains ,is a hinted scent of his lingering existance ...

 i'm proud of you my friend for doing this song for your dearest grandpa and kudos to the funny team i got to meet along the way . capricorns , sagis , "teng teng teng" ,sure make merry ; )

sigh .

so i wrote this. a while back . for...

-

daddy

     the broken window that the wind seeps through,

the cold that shivers the bone.

the familiarity that cobwebs like an antique never sold ,

he grows old.

and the drift remains.

the distance that sloughed with time only grates at emotions not mine,

an anchored lock that drags the soul ,

the gravity pull that sags the bruised .

i sloth , just like him .

i expect , my perfectionistic similarity .

break the chains ,

wipe off the rust .

swipe the card,

pay off thy dues.

what can be reversed of time that paused to yield

no fucking fruits that served for wastage spilled

wait for me , don't just go

heal my pain , make me grow ....

       i'd miss you ...