Art | Nature | Creativity“The greatest songwriters are seldom songwriters alone. Some are creative polymaths while others synthesize elements from an array of forms into a wider songwriting vision. Kathy Muir is more than a songwriter.”
Let the anaesthetic kick in Just enough to know what’s happening It’s measured drip feeding my veins As loving murmurs dull the dumbing pain One drip for memory Two drips for posterity Three drips I see a light Four drips I’m taking flight To no man’s land and this derelict aisle This in-between so I […]
So What Makes a Canyon? Since writing Found Me a Canyon a few months ago and performing it live in Edinburgh, I’ve been asked what the song means. This is one of the few songs that came to me based on blurting out, during a nascent chorus, ‘I found me a valley then I found me a […]
Feed the belly, feed it well Power love’s engine and ring the bell. Onward. Or no stories will ever tell Of flaming surprises Scorching midnight’s horizons That warmed love’s hope by which many fell If dim, take a candle and light it there Cup it closely and give all to share For without flame there […]
This poem was written in a stream of consciousness writing session and is about those we need to listen to more carefully if we are to hear their true voice. Those Those the gentle silent, let them be heard We may see little, but their words do stir The fractious and unwilling to realise they […]
Moving forward, embracing each day That moves the memory onward To a different time and place The girl I was then is not the woman I am now And the heart I gave, has stopped with her shouts Of acclamations and proclamations Of seas of words and discourses heard Now silence is wrapped up tight […]
Legs walking Work calling Sirens flashing Horns blowing Corner turning Sounds hearing Water falling Happy smiling
Let the anesthetic kick in Just enough to know what’s happening Its measured drips feeding my veins As loving murmurs dull the dumbing down of pain One drip for memory Two drips for posterity Three drips I see a light Four drips, I’m catching flight To no man’s land and this derelict aisle This in-between […]
