New Song: "Mosaic" (Patreon)

I wrote this for an upcoming album project Kathy Mar is working on. I can't wait to hear how it sounds from her. This is how it sounds from me.

I am seven in the kitchen with my grandma as she cooksShe lets me peel potatoes while she chops the celeryI am ten and my sister and I put down our comic booksWhile Daffy, Bugs, and Elmer discuss what season it might be

I am fourteen having my first kiss, so soft and sweet and gentleI can still remember how they looked, so happy and surprised,I am nineteen driving cross the country in a budget rentalWith my best friend in the back seat and the future in my eyes.

So many pictures, and so many peopleMemories and connections, the laughter and the tears,Some say your life’s a movie, action, romance, roll the credits,But mine is a mosaic my friends built across the years

I am twenty-two at graduation, all that I can seeIs a thousand people watching while my family cheers for meI am twenty-five in Vegas, by your smile I am bewitched,Getting married in a drive-thru, as Elvis says, “Congrats, you’re hitched!”

So many pictures, and so many people,Memories and connections, the hopes and dreams and fears,Some say you’re life’s a novel, lots of chapters, annotations,But mine is a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.

I am thirty, and my first child is sleeping in my arms,How can someone so important be so small,I am forty, and we’re moving to a new town on the coast,Unaware we’ll never want to leave at all.

I am fifty and my body’s getting crotchety and cranky,But my doctor and her team keep me in tune,I am sixty and my little girl gets married to a good manAs we watch beneath a orange autumn moon.

I am sixty-five, and I get every senior discount,And the waitstaffs know I’m coming, so my coffee's fresh and hot.And seventy’s approaching, I’ve more tales than I can recount,But there's far more good than bad, and I remember more than not.

Who knows just how much longer I may have to make this picture,How many friends and family are bound up with my name,Taken chronologically, it's an eclectic mixture,But look at it all at once, and it's me that fills the frame.

So many pictures, and so many people,Every time you look around, another one appears.Some say you’re life’s a painting, or a poem, or a sculpture,But mine is a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.

So many pictures, and so many people,Every time you look around, another one appears.Everyone’s a work of art, and we are all connected,And I am a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.I am a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.