The following lyrics were created for the Musical Stories which were published as our fifteenth collection in 2025 under the title of “Masterpiece.” Simply click on the images below to go directly to the original story, music and complete lyrics along with other related links.
Back to Quiet Comes Along Forward to Hungry Again
Masterpiece
Within, covered over with age
There may be hidden under the dust
Beneath the crackled layers of paint
Sometimes there sleeps a masterpiece
Found out by chance
A glimpse of color never expected
Obscured, barely there
Something anyone could miss
Years of candle light
Leaving traces of smoke and wax
A closer look reveals
Not a copy, but real
Take a closer look inside
Where the masterpiece hides
What if, just by looking within
You find that you are one of a kind
Beneath the façade
A glimpse of subtle color detected
Narrowly hidden from view
Hardly anyone could miss
This Masterpiece
Lighten Up
Life has its ups and downs
The real trick is how to face it
Just try to balance it all and stay
Light-hearted
Life has its twists and some turns
You have to hold your ground
The only way to rise up, high above it is to be
Light-hearted
What’s the use in crying
Where’s the worry payoff
If you spend time fretting
What good does it do
How does it help to
Focus only on the problem
Everyone feels so much better
When they lighten up
Take life with a grain of salt
Life has its good and bad days
Just take each as it comes
By looking at them through rose-colored glasses
They glow
Try to drift up high above the fray
And see the world through rose-colored glasses
Taken with a grain of salt life lightens up
Taken with a grain of salt days lighten up
War of Dreams
Made up of hopes for the taking
Butterfly visions for chasing
Captured and held
Then taking flight
Yet somehow I figure in all of hers
She thinks that I want to chase them
Instead of my own
Neither giving in
Each day bringing surprise to me
Enthralled with the unexpected
Offering a new course at every turn
Picking up just where she leaves off
Stepping into her daily life there
Disregarding the one that I’ve made
My dreams set aside
So we have dreams at odds
And you can see my dilemma
Tell me whose heart do I follow
Hers or my ownHow can our dreams become one
Return to simple times
Life Lines
Lifelines run between us
Include and link everything
Each move, weaving and spinning
Yet another thread, whether we know it or not
Lifelines form the patterns
We know, so they comfort us
Daily habits and customs
Mesh into a net, each a perfect design
Hidden, concealed from view
Pressed inside
Carved by repetition
Softly, steady, an engraving
Unobserved—these lines of connection
Breathing, radiating
Animated, strongly binding
Vibrant and dynamic
We sense something words cannot describe
Held within that certain closeness
Somehow we feel more alive
Ever-changing, never-ending web
Laugh lines frame our faces
Reflect who we have become
Echo more than time passing
Not another crease
Clearly it’s a lifeline
Nothing Much to Say
I could tell you every little thing that I’ve been thinking
Maybe even change the way that you see me
That is, if I could only find the words
I might weave a story that would draw you even deeper in
Then convince you that it was all your idea
Somehow, if I could only find the words
Every time I open up my mouth to utter something
Embarrassed, left with nothing much to say
Again, I just can’t seem to find the words
Sure to make you feel that I’m the only one
And you see me as I want to be
Until then, I’m left searching for words
Good Girl
She is tired but has things she must finish
Wearily she thinks that she might rest tomorrow
After all, she is just who she is
After all, she does what every good girl must do
For everyone
Taking care of life, every detail
Going through all of the motions without question
After all, she is such a good girl
After all, can’t imagine her life any other way
Than to be, true-blue, unwavering
Steady and dedicated
Sure as the northern star shines
Someone that you can count on
Sure as tomorrow’s sunrise
Someone that you can count on
One of the “can-do” sisters
Ever-ready, poised
So her days are made of mindful, selfless giving
Second nature to her, this way of living
Even and abiding
Someone you can always count on
Helping Hand
She reaches for his hand
Their fingers weave into a perfect fit
Blurring which one has offered the helping hand
They make their way up, walking together
To reach the high ridge where a picnic awaits
And when they find their place
She turns around to marvel at the view
Then quietly offers a helping hand
Building a fire, laughing together
As they spread a blanket and unpack their things
Always looking out for each other
They’re partners in life
So here they are today, like every other one
Just sharing their way
Found again and again
Going along together
Just sharing their way
As the sun is setting
She reaches for his hand
He lifts a glass to offer up a toast
To “laughter, love, good friends and happiness!”
They end their picnic, talking together
Of how lucky they are to share all their days
Then. . .he reaches for her hand
Show Up
They say that the best laid plans
Are often bound to change
If all goes along just as expected
Then it seems strange
But even with a draw-back or two
Somehow we manage to make it through
Do a work-around or take a detour
Find a new way
Even better, let the way find you
Something will show up
To make things all work out right
Just the way we thought it might
Maybe better than we imagined it would be
But even with a setback it seems
Underneath the glitch is a different scheme
Have to figure out just which way to go
Take a new path
Even better, let the path take you
And something will show up
To make things all work out great
Sometimes we just have to wait
Get ready for something
To show up and turn out right
That’s just the way it is
Something always shows up
Innocent
I know better
Or at least I should have
Every time things go awry
I’m taken by surprise again
Just as if I were an innocent
I’m no-nonsense
Follow rhyme with reason
Yet I try to keep a sense
Of wonder in the everyday
Hoping not to stray too far from innocence
There were times when
My heart has been broken
Still I choose to remain open to what may be
There are times when
In the face of hardship
Pure and simple is the bravest way to be
Pure and simple is the daring way to be
Through the windows
Of my eyes wide open
You can see into my soul
By looking closely you will find
Someone who reminds you of an innocent
Forever to remain an innocent
Wake-up Call
Covered up and over with the things of everyday
Somehow I resisted
Just before I drifted off
So here’s my wake up callFeeling vaguely bothered, one day like another
Tendency toward boredom: run of the mill runaway
Nothing new or risky
So I find I’m drifting off
Give me a wake up callWe set out to build a life together
Filled the days with our imaginings
Never thought that if we followed passion
We’d tumble into routineAlways thought that if we followed passion
Our days would be exceptional
We’d avoid monotony
Then we fell asleep
Something dull and numbing, feel I’m feeling nothing
Watching as dust settles when our days are commonplace
Not much of a mystery
There can be no drifting off
I hear the wake up call
No more nodding off for me
I must answer the wake up call
Never sleep
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