René

Lyrics

Recalling past years He would talk into the moon Sink some coffee Carnation and Apostle spoon Spider webs strung on the walls Old stories White gulls crying Daybreak soon I slept on my elbows He told his tales A chain of Black Cats smouldering Staining his fingernails Told me of Pavlova, Chekhov, Berlin and Brecht He handed me a photo His wife on a sailing boat's deck A fallen leaf in Winter An artist, a shot down star He resembled one of his paintings A vagabond from travels afar His face, yellow Against the cobalt blue of the bed A monk at peace and sleeping still An escapee from dread Somewhere a dancer Steps on a starry floor The music is silver birdsong A light glows from behind a door The dancer becomes the music He becomes the stars in the floor Opens the door Becomes the light The light lasts forevermore Everything in his room Had turned to gold with age Dusting of a manuscript Reading from the fading page Truth, hope, passion Anger, love, despair Like hungry birds free'd from a cage His words would fill the air Goodbye Chapel Street I remember you from Seventy Nine A place by the sea A catch of dreams Caught by the painted line The doctor said it was cancer René just said it was time Time for a graceful exit Told in a letter's last line The season of darkness is changing To the season of rebirth and rhyme ''Waiting for new creation"