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Zac's Song By Debra Mues Email: dlmues at hotmail dot com (above email address formatted to reduce spam) March 06, 2008 Alone in the Family House Abandoned by the Elders He plays on keys of black and white and births the song. Words sprout from the Heart ane merge into Melody Sucking from the Atmosphere Springing from the Compost Making Beauty of Disorder and Meaning from the Falling and the Rising Living in a Song My Son. About the author: This poem was written in November 2005 when Zac landed back with us after a rambling summer tour of Canada in a mobile recording studio he built in an old RV. He was following the Canadian folk festivals, and recording the jamming that occured after the performances ended. A good idea, and some great recordings but financially it didn't work out. So he came back home. Ironically, we moved out shortly thereafter, into a log cabin in the woods we had been working on for 7 years. So in this instance, the elders left the family house. Zac played us a beautiful song one evening, when we stopped by. He had just finished composing it—hot off the piano—a new born. It was one of those moments. I wish Zac had made a submission to your talent show. I wanted him to. This poem is for the parents that tried to create environments for their 20-year-old something children to flourish in. | | | |
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