Autumn is waking
as a friend drifts to sleep
and trees shed their tears
in the distance the sound of a harmonica
soaring in the sky
by the side of a silvery moon
another star is born
all flames become light
blazing, burning bright.
Friday, 28 September 2018
For Charlie Sharp, poet, musician, artist, R.I.P
Autumn is waking
as a friend drifts to sleep
and trees shed their tears
in the distance the sound of a harmonica
soaring in the sky
by the side of a silvery moon
another star is born
all flames become light
blazing, burning bright.
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Thank you Dave, beautiful words for a beautiful soul. Xxx
ReplyDeletecheers, he deserves no less. xxx
ReplyDeleteJust heard that sadly Charlie has died. We met him years ago and bought the CD 'The waters of the Heart' we still listen to it, wonderful.
ReplyDeleteCan't say we knew him only having met him once but his music lives on.
If anyone knows of other recordings please let me know.
thanks
nigel
nearly 3 years and still he talked about in town with much fondness. the cellar bar appreciation page on facebook would know of further music, kind regards Dave
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