When I wake up from this dream
I'll look in your eyes to see what I was missing

But for now, when I get out of my room
I'll avert my eyes when I see you

Passing by me on the street
Don't take it to heart
We're all parts of a machine
Each of us playing a part

When I finally can see
The mess that is my heart
For what it is, I won't lie, 
In time I know that each of us will die

Bury my face in magazines
I put on my bedstand so I'll never have to leave

It's so hard to be what you mean
But I've learned to live without things I think I need

So I guess that I don't
Really need those things
Yeah, I think so much that my mind's a crutch
So I think when I want to lean

And alleviate 
The pain from standing
On my own two feet when my knees are weak

Still it doesn't mean a thing

Meaningless

Mickey (God-like) Leor (My Light) Ephrath - Born 3/28/91 - Died 1/7/2013 - In his short life, he read a lot of books, wrote a lot of poetry and music, produced a lot of great songs, made a lot of people happy, made some mad as hell, broke more than a few hearts, had a lot of friends, lost more than a few, loved deeply, lived fully, and always took the path that he chose.  He will be missed!  But, may his creativity and music live on.  

Knowing Mickey's feelings and thoughts about God, rather than traditional liturgy, our Rabbi read the following poem, written by Chaim Nachman Bialik, on the 7th and last day of Shiva with the family at his graveside. The poem was originally written in Hebrew.

After My Death by Chaim Nachman Bialik  

After My Death
Say this when you mourn for me:

There was a man - and look, he is no more.
He died before his time.
The music of his life suddenly stopped.
A pity! There was another song in him.
Now, it is lost.
Forever.

A great pity! 
He had a guitar,
a living, speaking soul
to which he uttered the secrets of his heart,
making all its strings vibrate,
save one he kept inviolate.
Back and forth his supple fingers danced,
one string alone remained entranced
still unheard.

A pity!
All its life that string quivered,
silently shook,
yearned for its song, its mate,
as a heart saddens before its fate.
Despite delay, it waited.
Mutely beseeching its saviour lover
who lingered, loitered, and did not come.

Great is the pain!
There was a man - and look, he is no more.
The music of his life suddenly stopped.
There was another song in him.
Now it is lost.
Forever.




Hi!
I am here for Mickey Ephrath:  https://soundcloud.com/mickey-elevator

I love you and miss you.
I will do the little things for now, until I find a real way to honor what you've taught me and given me.

Meaningless

Mickey Elevator