No, I'm not dead...

...just really, really busy, 'tis all. Haven't had much time to blog lately, and even then when I actually sit down to blog I don't have much inspiration. But I've got something good coming up in the next week--the first of the podcasts is in the works and coming soon! So stay tuned for that.

In the meantime:

--Mini-reunions are fun. Especially when they're totally unplanned until, literally, 8 or 9 hours beforehand.

--Getting inspiration to write is hard. Partially because (and this segues into my next point)...

--Finding time is even harder. We are such busy people in the world these days that we don't get to have little bits of time to ourselves.

--Podcasts are a pain to put together, I'm now remembering. Though the finished product is well worth it.

--More to come in the coming weeks...keep checking back!

Therapy, in 88 Keys

Beethoven, Mozart, Haydn, and Chopin

Are more than likely rolling in their graves

As I lay out the melodies by hand

A rocky road, my hands make way to pave.

Come forth, dear fingers, play what's on the page,

And calm thy soul with music to attend

To days where grief strikes in this day and age,

These painful hours, the music strives to end.

One strong chord here, the pain begins to ease

The angsty strife cloud parteth for the sun.

One triad there, my frustration doth cease,

The piece concludes, the therapy is done.

As fingers mine doth burn with my resolve

Frustration hence my ears doth now absolve.