Music educator and choral composer in the Chicago area. A major goal of mine right now is using my own text to create music for singers. IG: @emm.bee.kayyy
Music educator and choral composer in the Chicago area. A major goal of mine right now is using my own text to create music for singers. IG: @emm.bee.kayyy
Nothing has stopped the morning.
Not even death.
Upon how many graves
and scattered ashes
Has the sun gone down?
How could I have known
A year ago
That my life would go on,
Could go on,
Leaving you behind?
It seems wrong,
This space that you have left.
It is hard to measure
The ways in which new growth
Has taken it over.
It is supposedly healthy
After a forest burns.
You were my fores...
Can I even remember
The last time I sat
On a beach?
It may as well
Be the first.
The sun holds its breath,
submerging itself
In the sea water
And the waves seems to extend
Into the sky.
The tide is low
And the breeze is so docile
I almost can’t feel it
Wandering between
the t h r e a d s
Of my clothes.
I forget briefly
How it feels
To be cold.
I try to breathe
In time with the lungs of ...
I have placed
So much energy…
Dignity…
Self-respect…
In you.
You were the keeper
And the measuring stick
Of my self worth
For years.
You have shamed me
If I stayed away too long
And bit down on my brain
In early August.
You convinced me
I would forget
My mastery
In the heat of
A quiet
summer afternoon.
I was wrong.
And so are you.
I am more
Than my employment.
My talents will not dissolve...
I never was an early riser…
But a midnight insomniac.
Sunrise and I
Have always been
Regrettable strangers.
I miss her
Like a sibling
I never had.
The ghosts of evening cocktails
Gather their vengeful strengths,
Intruding at late hours—
Beating down the door of my brain,
Battering my temples
Like a pair of timpani,
With mallets hard as diamonds.
I wake in the dark to find
Stolen rest,
Dr...
As the Sun
Dipped down
Beneath my feet,
And the Moon
Tipped over my head,
The dimming mirror
Of this final Twilight
Beckoned me to
Gaze into the mirror within this
Glimmering spectrum.
This day in passing,
The 365th drop in the bucket,
Is a current along my face
As it ripples across
the glassy sky.
What memories have I stored here?
How have I grown
Through accomplishment
Or regret?
What wil...
She wrote once
That Forever
is composed
of Nows.
We are eternally
In the Present.
We can Reflect—
And we can Dream—
But Now
Is where we Live.
How are you Living
Now?
Who are you Loving
Now?
When you Reflect…
What do you learn?
When you Dream…
What do you see?
Let the study etudes of your past
And the butterflies
Circling around your future
Orchestrate your Now
Into a symphony of Life
...
Feathery pewter clouds
Are kicked up like ash
In the smoldering embers
Of the dying winter horizon.
It is difficult to imagine
Being blind to the light of day
Until we are truly without sight
In its oddly sudden departure.
It is not yet the longest night,
But my soul still feels the murmur
Of a cooling,
trembling earth,
fearful of her final moments
Of virescence.
Oh mother,
How can I ease your ...
I wish I had never let go.
I felt an odd darkness
Threaten to devour
all the light and air in the room
As that ring slid onto my finger.
How can such a tiny piece of metal
Ravel itself around you
Like a starving anaconda?
I could see you
But suddenly couldn’t find you…
Reach you.
I felt your heart close
Like the thundering gates
Of a mighty fortress.
In that moment
I lost all Hope.
I let...
1 audition
7 seasons
6 birthdays
15 concert cycles
155 rehearsals
35 performances
76 board meetings
15,600 miles
75 minutes there
88 to 290
50 minutes back
290 to 88
435 hours of singing
1 live stream organ concert
2 opened hearts
= 1 kiss (so far)
but who’s counting?...