For the past couple of weeks I have been housesitting for my folks, and in their living room there is a magnificent baby grand piano. It has made its way onto a couple of Mount Everest tracks in the past, but I have long wanted to do something that would really feature it. I wanted to make a song with just the piano and my voice. The piano is seldom played, and therefore it is seldom tuned which gives it a slightly off-key honky-tonk sound, which when coupled with the full body of its baby-grand stature brings to mind a splendid sense of imperfection. It is a beautiful imperfection that I recognize in all of us as human beings. Not very far below the surface we are flawed, and those flaws make us unique, and inspire us to strive for more. When I look at a friend or a stranger, I wonder about their hidden struggles, and their depth of experience that is sacred and often private. People are walking stories, and each story is different. That is what I wrote about in this week’s song on my parents’ wonderful old baby-grand.
lyrics
It’s the sun that’s in your eyes
But you can’t look away
What you’re seeing, you can’t believe it
You’ll never shake the setting sun
Like everyone you know
Has got a fundamental secret
Like someplace deep
They’ve crossed a mighty river
Like somehow each one
Has changed their fate forever
And it’s your heart that’s in your throat
When you see them passing by
A person is a well of substance
And like the sun that’s in your eyes
You’ll never shake them, you never should
‘Cause they are here in such abundance