Unbelievable. I was just trying to reach him to let him know that the lovely poem he wrote for me is to be featured on a program about monarch butterflies accompanied by my tune "Migration". The tune "arrived" as I sat and played on rocks near the sea surrounded by butterflies. We had an exchange about it and this is what he wrote- beautiful words from a beautiful soul Monarch Music by Micca Patterson (written for Julia Lane, August 2019) A sea girt headland in Eastern Maine above the waters chilly reach There sits, and plays, with skills arcane, a solitary harpist on the beach She plays and sings an ancient song of Celtic lands; far, far away places for which the heart does long, the loss of things now passed away Sudden, out of still warm autumn air, as sudden as an eastern gale, comes the fairest of the fair- a cloud of Butterflies, gold and pale Like Kings and Queens made a Progress around about ancestral lands, These Monarchs richness does impress along these chilly ocean sands and now with magic all's transformed; approaching winter stayed its run Migrating butterflies have swarmed and paused to hear her play her tune Transformed by Mother Nature's hand we find, for a brief moment there, we caught a glimpse of Fairy land its Music floating in the air Now, fuelled by milkweed, off they float To far off Mexico's warm clime Through many a day each jewelled mote, We long for their return, sometime
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