Sincerity...

Sincerity has never been my strong suit. I know the power of words, but my words bend like the highway…too far, too fast and without control. I do not paint within the lines. Meklit visited me with her soul, her song, her black and white. The road led me to her heart. We have yet to visit Idan Raichel to ask his permission for a collaboration. Could I sing with you another day? I want to ask you more questions – to look into your eyes. But there are cameras and you’re not done speaking in your many languages. I couldn’t applaud you enough. You’re my Lady Day - the difference between night and day. I’ve seen you on so many stages and I know I’m not alone in recording your success. I heard your voice on the radio and introduced your name in a thousand conversations. The gates of heaven opened and you stood still saying not without my guitar. I have yet to study the harp or the part of you that you can’t teach others to emulate. There is no violence there in the being or disbelieving. Only a chair and palm trees. I’m still standing.