am i coming to my senses?

sweet sounds fill the air in the amusing and reversely prophetic story of joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat and once again i am thorouhgly enthralled with the pure creative literary genius of tim rice and musical genius of andrew lloyd webber and so deeply i feel that dream still alive, to find the musical genius that would collaborate with me to create such moments as these that andrew and tim and elton and bernie and john and paul and a few other have given the world along the way... how i would love to meet the ones behind the words to bestow my most profound appreciation and awe and the musicians, to just smile silently with wonder... for the worlds and spaces beyond here from where the magic comes, from where the magic comes...

and comfort food and chocolate (which is the ultimate comfort food for those who've let it's magic into their neuro-synaptic spaces) compliment the musical magic and magical memories of moment expressed in words (in spite of the bittersweet wave that comes over me whenever i am near the word, magical, that is) and bring euphoria to a passionate peak that can only be improved by sharing (as few other things can) fore even without sharing it is one of the most amazing experiences i've known or even imagined in this life...

and fun, do not forget the fun...

and the wave continues... i remember singing, saying, living the words i'll do whatever it takes to turn this around for so many years... too bad the two i sang and lived it for did not turn around, but alas and alack, their loss, right?... of course right, because i do love me and will find the magic within even if nobody else wants to share it and always, yes always, the sharing is but a moment away for in spite of all the doubts, after all the years, ice storms and avalanches, bitter tears and wasted years, and any other great album title, it (me) all melts in a moment, in an honest embrace, in unconditional love, in a moment of eye contact where the real shows and dares to share... i know she's out there somewhere and someday i'll return again to her... wherever she may be...

the cds are starting to pile up on the table
it's about time to get some sort of racks
it's about time to unpack and move in
get sets of shelves to organize the stacks

but i have not found the right look in the stores
i have not found the right look for me
i'll know it when i see it and i'll buy it, for sure
cuz i want to build a life, finally

i just don't want to settle for what's not me

so there's a project for you boys and girls and others... scour the internet... race out to your neighborhood shops.,.. search hi and lo and all around for the furnishings you think represent me... of course i will love you dearly for every moment you put into this endeavor... i will treasure the results of your searchs and hug every idea and concept and suggestion... and i'll be as close to with you in physical space if something you choose strikes the right chord and rubs me just the right way to buy it and bring it into the home, my home, the space i am finally ready to start building... is this exciting or what?...

well, if it's what just move along, nothing to see here... but if it's exciting, well, we have a project now, don't we?... i have no idea what will tickle my fancy or catch my eye or tell me i must bring it into this space and call it my own, but i want to, please, won't you indulge this rare change of heart about the material world?... and i must find frames too... and more stuff to put on the walls, art of sorts, my eyes will tell me, your eyes will help me?...

there's always hope :)