June 30, 2004

They played me songs and wrote me poems, and all I had to give them in return were some lousy Gmail invitations. People are wonderfully generous.

For Gmail, Sygmoral played for me a piano version of Lou Reed’s Perfect Day. Jascha made a quick and dirty remix of the same song — he wanted to open my senses, he said. And Dionne wrote me a poem about stormy waters that goes something like this:

Turmoil, Peace, Serenity?
In you I see all three
Fighting to break loose from the suffocation.
But within a fingertip’s grasp lies
Life, Strength, Rebirth,
The fine line to which I cling desperately for hope.

Is letting go giving up, giving in, or giving freedom to that which lies within?
Lost and crying, I see you on the other side waiting, wanting, needing —
At the very, very edge

I still have a handful of invites to give away, so make me a song and I will love you for ever on the other side of that edge.