April 18th

i'll plant something deep
with hands trembling
we'll lay the seeds
for the medicine tree

you will bloom new leaves
and heal everything
we'll take these things from you
medicine tree
we'll shout and we'll sing

we'll cry out
all is well


when shannon left, i wrote this song/poem/mantra/prayer to her. she was, and continues to be, my "medicine tree", so to speak (sorry if that sounds cheesy). she fueled the music we played and the lives we lived.

today, she continues to.

shannon showed us immediate love, without reason or motives, without hesitation or restrain.

so for that, for her, i take those things and live ambitiously, try to love wastefully, and continue with the music that held us together.