c*ldplay

the birds they say

the break of day

start again i hear them say

it's so hard to just walk away

the birds they sing

all a choir

start again a little higher

it's a spark in a sea of grey

the sky is blue

dreamed of light til it's true

then take it back the pause shall through

my arms turn wings

all those clumsy things

send me up to the wonderful world

and then i'm up with the birds


5 hours in january i spent reserving our seats for this april 28 coldpl*y concert. 18,000 people. sold out....four seats, in a row...up high and to stage right. but being there was enough. being present in the midst of energy and musicality, raw talent and phenomenal stage presence, with three of my favorite people. so thankful we made it happen. so grateful for the memories. my first concert holds a special place. i hope this one did too, for them. 
lasers. confetti. painted pianos. drum pads and reverberation. thousands of voices rising in unison. magical din. 
acapella all the way home. 
i have not stop singing...

photo credits: drew f, arc*neartist