I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Monday, February 7, 2011


Melodic memories, triggered by random turns
of phrase, a new page in your book of dreams.
It surely seems that a mind can be shaken or stirred
into a whirr of activity. You possess a proclivity for
drawing upon the past long enough gone
to notate upon the staff of your life;
it is a song composed with ethos and verve.
Steeling your nerve, thrown caution becomes windblown
and all are shown the power of your voice.
A flash-back to a day when music was an ally
to rely upon, a trigger for thoughts nurtured
in the womb of your fertile mind. Gestation,
born of elation for all your songs relate;
it is never too late to write your score.
The more you remember, more tender the melody.



  1. "... when music was an ally to rely on." Boy, does that strike a chord. ;) Seriously though, I can so relate to this beautiful piece.

  2. Oh now that was interesting. The code for my comment above was forystr. "For yesteryear?" Interesting.

  3. Thank you, Partner! Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder! Wait, that's not right. Music has always been sanctuary, and remembering back to the melody, keeps everything available to soothe this beast. At the very least, it lubricates the mind. Interesting.