| To refrain from repeating my self several times, I'm just writing this (yes, I compose as I type!) on a blank background to refrain from using my water one. |
| A few weeks ago, my friend Kenny (the same guy that brought you the Kaigu King) wanted to know if I had any real meaning behind the title to my website (you left it two seconds ago, non? "Water Kisses"). I told him, no, not really, I love water imagery and it kinda went with Liquid. He said okay, it's still cool. Well, now, maybe it'll have some meaning other than that, I'll just let you feel it out. |
| Reality check: I got the feel for this from my friend Heather's poem. Her website is www.angelfire.com/la2/hpage/index.html. |
| "You'll never live the life I live, I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night...But never is a promise and I never needed a lie" "Once my lover now my friend...Oh, you creep up like the clouds and you set my soul at ease..." "...Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside and don't bother leaving the light on..." |
| vibrant sounds that feel like satin sing a soft rhythm as you tell me once more and what i wouldn't give to see you for just five minutes fiona twists my feelings and you play my heartstrings and i don't know what to say anymore to you all my heart beats to please you but does my heart beat at all? a thousand thunderbolts answer my cry as i run to answer your call you say you're sorry a thousand times i wish you could look me in the eyes and i wish that i could feel something else where is the laughter i used to have? your best friend swears it's gone and sometimes i wonder - could i survive without him at all? i'm sorry if i've hurt you and i'm sorry you keep hurting me i guess apologies are useless my dear - i'd still keep you close to me all these lonely nights that i keep thinking of you, staying up until midnight chatting (getting annoyed when you forget to reply) and all these "i'm yours" and "forevers" (insert about twenty arrows) (and underline it twice) (both of those) are just hollow vibrations (insert chord)* of what i wish you (and i) felt all these kisses keep sounding like rain almost empty memories of feelings that start to sound like pain but i loved you and you loved me and somehow i let you reassure me that we were meant to be but fate and i couldn't wait long enough for you to wake up and i had to shed the satin echoes to let myself fly |
| Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within But then he rose brilliant as the moon in full As he sank in the burrows of my keep And all my armour falling down in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warmth as I'm singing him to sleep He goes along just as a water lily Gentle on the surface his thoughts his body floats Unweighed down by passion or intensity Yet unaware of the depths upon which he cloats And he finds a home in me For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap And all my armour falling down in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warmth as I'm singing him to sleep All my armour falling down in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warmth as I'm singing him to sleep |
| Matt, yes, this was us. I'm sorry about everything. Love, Kris |
| Poem (to left) (c) 2000 Krissi M. Everything in dark blue (lyrics, above, and above poem) (c) Fiona Apple. Lyrics are, in order, from Never is a Promise, Shadowboxer, The Child is Gone, and Pale September, which always struck me as my song about Matt, even though, by the time September arrived, we only survived a week or two of it. (His birthday is in September, that's why!) Thank you, Ken and Heather. Halfway through Jason interrupted me, and by then everything here was screaming to get out. Thanks for giving it a voice. *Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Any noise reference is to the vibraphone notes in Fiona's Tidal cd. Vibes are so awesome, and Lisa and Chele will agree in a heartbeat (we all play mallets! or did. still can....) |