Crystal Compass
I'm making my way to the stage
I have to own the moment
I'll be on in a few minutes
To spin a few lines
Sing a few bars
So let me hold your crystal compass
I'm chasing after the sun
I'm a full moon, milk glow,
And I have a few secrets you ought to know
Listen closely while I let them go:
I think I can feel the metaphysical
I'm chasing after the spiritual
My body but a faint glow
I'm using my dreams as a catapult
For a celestial adventure
So hold your dreams to the light
Until they crystallize
Into crystal stairs; take your ascent
Confess them to the stars; cross your heart,
And if you believe in spring
You'll bloom throughout winter
Hold them in your hand
Do they still move?
Do they bear resemblance to your soul?
Do they have a pull on your conscious?
Are they still believable?
And exceptional?
I'm holding my own dream to the light
Like a beautiful child of spring
Nurturing
With rays of healthy sunshine from the womb of my mind
So let me spin your crystal compass
I'm shooting across the horizon
I'm a star clustered, milky way,
And I have a few things I ought to say,
And I'm taking the wheel of my own fate,
And my body is but a faint glow,
Because I'm in the middle of a spell
Cast on the tip of my nose
I'm halfway disappeared,
And halfway gone,
I'm careening through the skyline,
And taking my place amongst the stars
I'll need to be perfect,
Even if that's out of my element
I'll be on in thirty seconds
To share my magic
I'm prepared to bear my soul
I'm prepared to be exceptional
My fingertips need to be full of magic
My top hat needs to be full of rabbits
My whole presentation needs to be classic
And fantastic
So let me borrow your crystal compass
I'm navigating through the Atlantic
I've sealed my fate in the stars,
And I'm holding my dreams in my heart
Dear Trumpet
Blow for me Your lips speak the language of music, And every song has a steady heart-beat Play for me, But slow jam the tempo, And I’ll never hold a note like this again I could reach a falsetto And be in tune with the wind
“The littlest secret Deserves the softest whisper”
Ride with me, But can I have a window seat To admire the art of your body Those brilliant tone colors of musicality Talk to me Your voice is like an angel singing a cappella Like the melodious thumps of rain Pounding in rhythm against a windowpane
Follow me Like a 5 o’clock shadow We’ll keep conversation as light as a feather As light as long hair blowing in the wind What key are we in again?
“The littlest whisper Must be about the biggest secret”
Fly with me We’ll reach the heights of a shooting star Across a nebula of whispered secrets in the dark And the constellations Of milky ways Soft vibrations – the sounds of music Played in the key of love
Lab Partners
I miss my lab partners
They helped reshape my imagination
I miss their analogue operating systems I miss their mechanical engineering I miss their innovation and concentration And chemical configurations And conceptual equations
I miss their missile-guided technology
Using linear algebra or astrology
To find the gigabyte of a movie
That they downloaded from my pocket watch
Because with no experimentation
There's no innovation,
And no innovation is a wasted imagination
So I miss my lab partners
I miss the rain we shared under an umbrella
I miss the contextual cues
I miss the stray vowels and the missing syllables
Our nonverbal hues -- our colorless communication
I just miss the conversation
I miss my lab partners
Without them I'm left alone
With only my imagination
