Quiet Man

Tupelo honey sweet
A love sung awake, yet incomplete
The music flowing from a man.... quiet
Outside peaceful and poetic, inside a controlled riot
runs rampant in his noisy head

He stills the chaos as his fingers finesse the frets
He sheds his sorrows, his losses, his regrets
As he sits with guitar strapped round his soul
He begins his lyrical and lovely cajole
Singing love songs written by others to the current
object of his recent affection
When he is singing, he welcomes the attention
When it gets real in the dark of night
As he shares the space with the one who holds the light
He retreats to the chaos of his mind's crowded
streets
and he runs.....away

Fast away

Quiet man, she wishes to help you quiet your soul
To let go the fear, the denial, the need to control
Unable to help, however, she turns in her defeat
And walks the edges of those same streets
he runs as he flees
Elusive now
Lost to him somehow
The sweet taste like honey from the tupelo gum tree
Oh, how it stings
to come down off the buzz of  the Honey Bee
As he cradles his maiden who owns 12 strings
He sings of loss and love's hive...... now empty
Quiet  man of music....
will you walk alone for all eternity?