Lullaby

Such noise,

A cacophony of roaring, senseless sound...

It chases me away to my hiding place.

I sit under a willow

Amongst the departed,

Hidden from the world,

And disturb their bony silence

With my guitar and my thoughts.

They don't seem to mind

That I enjoy their company,

But leave me to peaceful contemplation

Of God or music and life.

Mother nature is often

My only accompaniment.

The wind in the trees

Sings perfect counterpoint

To my lullaby.