Time on Earth

[apocalypticjay]

Time on Earth

Crooked hands of trees held you high
Like washing on the line of life
I will be forever tortured by the memory
Tortured by the drums you play in my head

A mind filled of endless sighs of help
You looked past me, to solutions of ghosts
Cracking beers to numb the aching calls
Calls nobody heard but you my friend

Sitting in a house, distorted faces of love
They pass through your body’s worth
A life and timeless worlds of music
Play forever for the grave you opened wide

The tree cradled the rope, where you hung
Your daughter was first to see your face blue
I guess we all saw it as your depression swelled
Lost now are your future days and time on earth


In memory of Paul Hester (Crowded House drummer)
1959 – 2005

[Max]

This is a fantastic piece, my friend. Aside from the last stanza, this reads like it could be an ode to many of the musicians who died tragic deaths in the thralls of depression (Kurt Cobain, Layne Staley... just to name a couple). I'm sure his drumming will play on in your head forever Jay. This is not the first tribute of yours that I have read, you really have a knack for it! I'm sure Mr. Hester would shed a tear for this piece... excellent write!

[Artemis]

Jay I llistened to Crowded house all holiday thanks to you and I now am a big fan. I can see how their music touched you so much. This is a beautiful tribute, the feeling you poured into this piece of poetryis phenominal and I feel your sadness but your admiration. Ker xxxx

[NewMan™]

sometimes people really do touch us Jay, in ways we don't even realize ourselves until something happens and they are no longer part of our lives except on their recordings.. for me Michael Jackson was this way..

Being a "part time" drummer myself, I know from a drummers point of view sometimes you feel like an outsider to the rest on the band. While they are working on melodies and stanzas, drummers sit there with a tempo already mapped out in their heads and try and feel part a band that could really exist without them.. So yes, a drummers chair is a lonely place.

Really enjoyed this tribute.

~ Daniel