I had a busy day yesterday in Nottingham where I dropped off a painting for exhibition at The Crocus Gallery for an exhibition that opens there on the 3rd of Feb.
In the meantime I've been song writing, or trying. It seems difficult to add interest and complexity. If I change the chorus I feel I must change the verse to match, which seems to limit the contrast. However, the last thing I did last night was write some lyrics and those remain unchanged and satisfactory. The song itself is an attempt at something like one of my favourite Queen songs, Nevermore from Queen II, perhaps their best album.
Evermore
The tree is standing, though it's dead,
the leaves have fallen all around its feet.
A carpet golden, cold and pure.
A beauty left for all upon the floor.
The door to Rhye is closed today.
The door to Rhye is closed for evermore.
For evermore.
The key is lost and thrown away.
The lock is weeping rust upon the door,
for evermore.
A crow looks on to rainy skies,
the branches waving dark before the night.
The last of sunlight clear and pure,
a ray of silver shines upon the floor.
The door to Rhye is closed today.
The door to Rhye is closed for evermore.
For evermore.
The key is lost and thrown away.
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The lock is weeping rust upon the door,
for evermore.
A feather falls as evening calls,
and flowers nod their tired heads.
A cold wind breathes upon the bark.
The tree is standing though it's dead.
