Springtime is spreading out a wing
with half-closed eyes and the other in a sling.
But to anyone who’s been trapped in ice,
March is almost paradise.
When I found you frozen to a chair,
your breath so still and your hand held in midair,
it seemed like a hesitant command,
or a sign I couldn’t understand.
Everyone’s longing for flowers and sunshine,
some scent of hope in the air.
After months of fatigue trailing years of decline,
you’ll take any change anywhere.
Each time I offered you my hand,
I found myself holding icicles and sand.
But someone who’s been mesmerized
Can’t tell appearance from disguise.
Everyone’s dreaming of sunlit evenings
And mornings safe from the frost.
But while promise of change can be so relieving,
We forget that all change has a cost.
Months cascade into years,
Years stack up like a wall,
Winter locks us in time,
Spring arrives as we fall.
Each time you offered me your heart,
I had to choose bewteen sincerity and art.
But to someone who’s been paralyzed,
Choice itself is a surprise.
from Icicles and Sand
released April 19, 2016
Written, arranged, and performed by Michael Macrone
with Rob Seidenberg (treated guitar).
Produced, mixed, and engineered by Rob Seidenberg.
© 2016 Michael Macrone
all rights reserved