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