Michele, what a great thread and how moving your lyrics.
I could almost smell the paint and wood from the shed you write about... Really looking forward to the melody.
You are a very gifted woman and can be proud of what you accomplish and do in many ways...
Mountains
Corina
Chris... jaw dropping picture... stunning and heartwarming...
So here's my picture
And here the poem I just now wrote and I wont be able to make it into a song, not sure if it would even work with the lyrics, but here it goes;
The last dance
Life gives and takes away
and each morning it awakes
a dreamed reality to see
You, ....still holding on to me
Fading memories, combing my hair
sitting on your lap, me singing,
as you held your breath, without a trace
letting every note sink in
the look of wonder upon your face
The piano sang it's teary song
As I watched your hands unfold treasures
I stood and watched a lifetime
or was it just years, who measures...
Life gives and takes away
and each morning it awakes
a dreamed reality to see
You, .... still holding on to me
The day you gave me away
If I would have known or been able to see
I would have had a thousand pictures
showing the last dance... showing you and me...
Life gives and takes away
and each morning it awakes
A reality I see
The last dance was danced with me...