This Ordinary Thursday

LYRICS:
In a room on the third floor
Of a brownstone in the village,
Someone’s practicing Bach,
And at a desk in an office
Lined with cubicles and screens,
A man reevaluates his stock.
There’s a mother holding dinner
For her son who’s due home late,
And the burners on her stove are set to low.
A girl gets undressed.
A child gets some rest,
And the summer traffic is slow.

As the sun disappears behind
New Jersey’s gray horizon,
People wrap up their days.
But tonight, if you peeked in through
The walls of this apartment,
You’d see the beginning
Of a life-changing phase–
For at nine in the evening
On this ordinary Thursday
While the country watches TV,
Jason says he’s in love with me!

And I don’t hear the sirens.
I don’t feel the heat.
All of a sudden there’s an earthquake
In my stomach,
So the tremors of the city can’t compete!
Let this day linger on.
There are still hours before night should fall.
I can live in this one spectacular evening
On this ordinary Thursday
Which isn’t ordinary at all.

Most days by now
I have run all my errands,
I have read all my e-mail,
I have talked on the phone.
Most days by now
I have dealt with the laundry,
I have nuked up my dinner
And I’ve done it alone.
Most nights I catch myself
Gazing through curtains
Into worlds that are richer
And fuller and fine.
But tonight, for once,
The riches are mine!
All mine!

So I will raise all the shades
And then I’ll fill the room with candles.
Let them see what they will!
We’ll just sit,
And with wonder in my eyes
I’ll let him hold me.
All is quiet and still.
Then at nine in the evening
On this ordinary Thursday
While the neighbors tuck themselves in,
Jason says it again and again!

And if the moment is fleeting,
I will save what I can.
Let me live
In this one spectacular evening
On this ordinary Thursday
With this extraordinary man.
Watch me fall–
On this one spectacular evening
On this ordinary Thursday
Which isn’t ordinary at all!

These Two

original poem ©1979 Howard Schwartz

Forty days before the formation of a child
a voice goes forth out of Heaven to announce
that this one will marry that one. And each
match is as difficult for the Holy One to
arrange as was the dividing of the Red Sea.
–Sota 2a (The Talmud)

LYRICS:
The question is
How to overhear
The angels
As they whisper
Among themselves:

Forty days
Before they were born
It was revealed
That these two
Whose souls are like twin stars
Shall meet
And be married
In a city that is itself
A bride.

I tell you
I have heard them
And I have heard the spirits
Of sons and daughters
Still unborn
Begging me to take care
Take care that the nest does not
Burn down.

Somehow
We must learn how to read
The letters written
In the stars that circle
Our souls.

The Holy Secret

LYRICS:
In the beginning there was you and there was me.
We fit perfectly together in harmony.
We were golden, we were fire,
Inspiration and desire from the start.
Then the world cracked wide and fell apart.

In the beginning, did we ever disagree?
Did we ever break the stifling serenity?
We were quick to compromise.
Lived a thousand harmless lies, but now I know:
When the world cracked wide, it let us go.

And that’s The Holy Secret,
The thing you need to know:
You’ve got to fall to pieces.
To let the pieces grow.

Strange how things accumulate.
One can only hope the stress’ll
Tear the bond and break the vessel
Before the loving turns to hate.

I am beginning to recover who I am,
To discover what’s ahead in the world for me.
I’m going somewhere; where it is, I couldn’t say,
But I know that I’ll be changing as I make my way.
If I feel a little sad
When I think what we once had, it’s not a sin.
‘Cuz when the world cracked wide, it let me in.

And that’s The Holy Secret.
The thing you need to know.
You’ve got to fall to pieces
To let the pieces grow.

She

LYRICS:
Like a breeze when you’re asleep
Or a promise you can’t keep
Is she.
Like December on the beach.
Always just beyond your reach
Is she.
You want to claim her all for your own,
But if you cling too hard,
You’ll find that you are left alone.
As elusive as a year,
All you want forever near
Is she.

Give her room.
Let her roam.
Make her feel safe but unconfined.
Let her know that you’re her home.
That’s how you love her.

Like a song with perfect rhymes
That you’ve sung a million times
Is she.
(And now that song’s your favorite.)
Ever changing like the tide,
Always ready for the ride
Is she.
She grabs your hand and charges ahead,
And if you stall, another man
Might win her heart instead.
But remember what she needs.
Like a rose amid the weeds
Is she.

Give her room.
Let her roam.
Make her feel safe but unconfined.
Let her know that you’re her home.
That’s how you love her.

Every helium balloon
Needs a string to keep it grounded.
Hold her with extra long arms,
And she will reach for a life
With love compounded.
You don’t have to match her pace.
Just be sure you’re in the race.

Like a whisper never heard,
Like a sixteen letter word
Is she.
As complex as any graph,
As enticing as a laugh
Is she.
She is impossible to contain,
And yet you need her
Just as the flowers need the rain.
All that madness will allow.
All you want forever, now.
Is she.

Perfect Summer

Music by Sam Davis
Lyrics by Georgia Stitt
Pianists: Joel Fram and Georgia Stitt
© 2004 Geocate Music and Sam Davis

LYRICS:
When I am very old and
Start to lose my head,
Remind me of this perfect summer.
No matter where the years of
Life and love have led,
Speak to me, instead, of summer.
When time was open-ended,
Melodies were sung.
You and I were newlywed
and blissfully young.
Don’t let me forget how
happy we once were.
Don’t let me forget this summer
When all we had was love
To get us through the day,
Strangely that was just enough,
And the bills somehow got paid.
Let me please remember how.
Remind me of the dreams we made…
Memories we’re living now.

Too often
We cave to the pressures
And stresses of daily demands.
Too often
We slip through the seasons
Without holding earth in our hands.
Forgive me
If one day we realize
The children we’ve not yet conceived
Are fully grown.
And after all the springs we’ve known
We spend our summers once again
Alone.

I hope you’ll recollect
These sentiments of mine
And you’ll bring up this perfect summer.
The lazy afternoons,
The rich, Italian wine,
The promise of eternal summer.
I’m sure I’ll chalk it up
To innocence and youth.
You must pin me down
And tell me the truth.
Don’t let me forget how
happy we once were!
Don’t let me forget this summer
When all we had was love
To get us through the day.
Strangely that was just enough.
So whatever we accrue
Let it simply disappear.
All I need in life is you
Spending all your summers here.

If all we ever have
Is all that we have now,
I’d say it was a perfect summer.