Composer Dozen

Take care, my love
Sleep well, my honey
May all your cares be soothed
 by the bright Skagit moon.

Rest on, my love
May tomorrow be sunny
May our wait in time grow small
Til we be together soon.

I miss your arms
I find it so funny
That we grew so far apart
When we lived in the same home.

I wouldn't trade our life
For love, or for money
I would take you for my wife
And no longer would we roam. 

Take care, my love
Sleep well, my honey
May all your cares be soothed
by the bright Skagit moon.

Rest on, my love
May tomorrow be sunny
May our wait in time grow small
Til we be together soon.

Take Care My Love

About the funnest thing I've ever done musically.  

September Harvest Rain

Weekend almost over, a couple more workdays, then zoom!  Jeff boards the big white bird to SeaTac, and his honey's arms.

Happy 'Cause We'll Be Together

John Takes The Fifth


Christmastime was made for children
In a world of woe.
They need something to believe in
This their parents know.

Colored lights line the streets, snow angels
On their own front lawn
Presents under the tree,
'Waiting Christmas morn.

Every child must grow up someday
Each in his own way
Life is full of joy and sorrow
This is why we say

Christmastime was made for children
As the ages fly
And that's the reason why
Christmastime will never die.


Christmastime was made  for Children

February approaches...a month of beginning, a month of ending.  It was the beginning of life for my sister Meri, and the month of passing for my Dad.  This musical elegy of his life reflects the profound effect his days in the Army had on his life, as well as the bittersweet struggle of life we all face as time and age slowly begin to sap us of strength, yet grace us with the joy of watching the generations that succeed us arrive and grow.  It reflects his delight in his family, his children,  grandchildren and great-grandchildren..as well as his most profound sorrow, the loss of his beloved and only daughter, Meri.  It is a musical tribute to the man who I loved more than any man on earth, and of whom not a day passes that I don't think of him. 

The Passing of Marvin Plissner

Ok, I know it's January, and this is an August thunderstorm.  Just moving some music over to my newly-discovered music publishing venue. 

Thunder in the Springs

The Princess and her Squire-Knight.

This piece was originally penned (so to speak) to dramatize the chickens-eye view of change.  For Henry, who has taken to the daily ritual (sometimes twice daily) of reminding each of the girls one-on-one of who is the rooster around here...life is about to undergo a huge change. Henry is about to be exported to Rush, Colorado, beyond the confines of the municipality which has so cruelly outlawed his kind.  He will have 18 hens in his harem, 3 times the number of his royal namesake.  I'm certain the remaining five will brood (so to speak) over Henry's disappearance, for at least 10 minutes.  No doubt they will wonder whether his final roosting place was in a royal palace somewhere on the Great Plains, or in a six piece kids' meal someplace.  

Henry Departs The City

Side By Side

What Does A Day Hold

We sat on our buns
When they took our funds
Like marauding Huns
They took our guns

And now our sons
All dress like nuns
And spout off puns
Their fathers spun

America stunned
Because she shunned
The evil ones
Who took our guns.

In piles of tons
They took our guns
New season begun
Are now reruns
 


Mae Liz - Great American Gun Confiscation Resistance - 2013

Une journée froide et enneigée Mars

Cover - Poco - Good Feeling To Know

A. Symposium o covers and originals in coneflower variety style

Composer Dozen

Coneflower Basement Band