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The Singer

The Singer

The first time I tried to sing the song, it was the wayward wind on the high seas and I was a sailor trying to tame it.  The melody was a strange beast that devoured me.  Its beauty stretched across the horizon; then its charm moved above the waters, came to me, and awakened my passion.  As we grew more and more intimate each day, I not only sang the song, but presented it as a sacred offering to God with the maturity and sensitivity of a weeping giant.

Featured in "Poet's Pen Magazine," and "Jerry Jazz Musician."

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