From the Album Serenade to a Life

 

 

I Have Music In My Heart

© 2015 David George Noll

All Rights Reserved

 

          I have music in my heart, poetry in my soul

          sometimes loud and frenetic

          sometimes soft and slow

          I hear symphonies in a warm summer breeze

          sweet serenades in the night

          I follow the song in my heart down the road of life

 

ever since I was a child, I've heard the melodies

felt the waves of inspiration, stirring deep inside of me

and through the years I've come to believe

that this sensitivity, is a gift from God

what I was born to be, I was created with

 

          music in my heart, poetry in my soul

          sometimes loud and frenetic

          sometimes soft and slow

          I hear symphonies in a warm summer breeze

          sweet serenades in the night

          I follow the songs in my heart down the road of life

 

little by little, day by day, I make my way

on the course that I have chosen, seeking my destiny

moment by moment, one note at a time

I search for the chords and the words that rhyme

such a priceless treasure, that work can be such pleasure

 

          I have music in my heart ...

 

 

Singing With The Radio

© 2015 David George Noll

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I remember many years ago listening to music on the radio

nine years old, riding in my daddy's car

he turned up the volume and started to sing

to me it was such a wonderful thing

to see him smiling, singing with the radio

 

summers we spent down by the river

those warm days seemed to last forever

fishing from the bank,

watching the clouds float by

we'd head for home in the early evening

on the way we'd both be singing

just the two of us, singing with the radio

 

          singing with the radio, driving down a country road

          happiness that I have known,

          all the kindness I've been shown

          singing with the radio, doesn't matter where I go

          I remember my daddy singing with the radio

         

there's a special love between a son and his father

one of a kind, like no other

a bond that grows stronger as through the years they go

I'm forever grateful to my dad

for the lessons he taught me, the good times we had

like the times we went driving, singing with the radio

 

now that I am older, so many stories to be told

I look back on my life, grateful for what I see

and on some sunny afternoon

a car pulls up and soon

my sweet daughter says "Hey Dad, let's go for a drive"

 

          singing with the radio, driving down a country road

          happiness that I have known,

          all the kindness I've been shown

          singing with the radio, doesn't matter where I go

          I remember my daddy singing with the radio

          me and my daddy singing with the radio

          me and my daughter singing with the radio

 

 

Serenade to a Life (present tense)

© 2015 David George Noll

All Rights Reserved

 

he steps into the night seeking salvation

shelter in the darkness and the rain

solace in his hour of desperation

a refuge from self-loathing and disdain

 

he stands before a mirrored storefront window

sees a stranger on the far side of the glass

a faint flickering of some vague recognition

fleeting phantom taking off the mask

 

          restless dreams a haze of shifting shadows

          haunted eyes, fearful and alone

          longing, a sad, sweet melody

          serenade to a life he’s never known

         

he prays aloud beneath a shroud of silence

to the rhythm of his heartbeat

and the soft sighing of his breath

listening to the sound of a great congregation

voices calling from beyond the veil of death

 

he feels his life slipping through his fingers

warm blood rushing through his veins

the promise of liberation beckons him

to an act both redemptive and profane

 

          restless dreams a haze of shifting shadows

          haunted eyes, fearful and alone

          longing, a sad, sweet melody

          serenade to a life he’s never known

 

Am I My Brother's Keeper

© 2016 David George Noll All Rights Reserved

 

downtown Milwaukee one dark night

in the shadows of a long abandoned store

I see a man sleeping on the sidewalk

I don't know why I don't know what for

 

So many homeless in this city

in this country of the wealthy, proud and free

day after day I can't stop feeling

that man on the sidewalk could be me

 

          am I my brother's keeper

          am I a stranger's friend

          if I fail to do something to help them now

          will the chance ever come again

 

a woman begging on a street corner

I look into her eyes as I drive by

and I wonder what happened to bring her down so low

and I think there but for the grace of God go I

 

          am I my brother's keeper

          am I a stranger's friend

          if I fail to do something to help them now

          will the chance ever come again

          will this sadness ever end

 

Red Rock Canyon Sunrise

© David George Noll 2001 All Rights Reserved

 

we hiked in through the foothills

along an old Paiute trail

saw a white tailed deer by a big oak tree

surprised a covey of quail

then we followed the winding river

till we found this quiet bay

feels like we came here long ago

though it was only yesterday

 

          Red Rock Canyon sunrise

          first morning of spring

          listen to the coyotes calling

          hear the whip-or-will sing

          the wonder in my grandson's eyes

          is a rare and precious thing

          Red Rock Canyon sunrise, first morning of spring

 

late last night by the warm firelight

stories of the wild west days

Hopi and the Navajo, ancient spirit ways

the moon sailed across the prairie sea

two stars fell from the sky

soon the child of dawn spread her wings

like a golden butterfly

 

          Red Rock Canyon sunrise

          first morning of spring

          listen to the coyotes calling

          hear the whip-or-will sing

          the wonder in my grandson's eyes

          is a rare and precious thing

          Red Rock Canyon sunrise, first morning of spring

          Red Rock Canyon sunrise, first morning of spring

 

 

As The Rain Falls In Bangalore

© 2015 David George Noll

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the tiger walks on the face of the moon

the monkey dances to an elephants tune

the city reaches to greet the jungle's embrace

sweet Lakshmi sleeps with a smile on her face

 

          as the rain falls in Bangalore

          voices calling from that distant shore

          and the song they sing is like the bells that ring

          as the rain falls in Bangalore

 

a wise man sits beneath the banyan tree

breathes a word of serenity

throws off the chains of materiality

in a moment he finds true liberty

 

          as the rain falls in Bangalore

          voices calling from that distant shore

          and the song they sing is like the bells that ring

          as the rain falls in Bangalore

 

when I think of my dear and trusted friends

I pray someday I will see them again

I can smell the smoke of the sandalwood

I'd be there today if I could

 

          as the rain falls in Bangalore

          voices calling from that distant shore

          and the song they sing is like the bells that ring

          as the rain falls in Bangalore

 

The Children of the Forest

© 2016 David George Noll All Rights Reserved

 

two a.m. the moon is bright

the world is bathed in it's soft blue light

witness to the grandeur of

the sentinel of the night

 

overhead rushing wings

heralding wondrous happenings

armadas of the ancient ones

gathering  for flight

 

          answering a distant call

          surging like a waterfall

          through the valley toward the dark mountains

          celestial caravans

 

                   the children of the forest sing

                   the joyful song of living things

                   voices  from the wildwood

                   a sweet enchanted dream

 

instinctively with ageless  grace

returning to that sacred place

countless generations

before the coming of man

 

a gentle rustling in the leaves

a high warm wind in the black oak trees

a wordless language, sighs and whispers

wafted on the breeze

 

          answering a distant call

          surging like a waterfall

          through the valley toward the dark mountains

          celestial caravans

 

                   the children of the forest sing

                   the joyful song of living things

                   voices  from the wildwood

                   a sweet enchanted dream

 

starlight and shadow, a magic dance

movements in a mystic trance

in the vastness of the earth's expanse

new tales to be told

woven on the loom of legend

never to grow old

 

                   the children of the forest sing

                   the joyful song of living things

                   voices  from the wildwood

                   a sweet enchanted dream

 

                   the children of the forest sing

                   the joyful song of living things

                   voices  from the wildwood

                   a sweet enchanted dream

                   a sweet enchanted dream

 

 

This Place is Not My Home

© 2016 David George Noll All Rights Reserved

 

I'm an alien in this foreign land

voices and faces I can't comprehend

wandering the maze of this wild, rushing crowd

people talking at me, screaming at me

so frightening and so loud

 

          this place is not my home, I don't belong here

          can't seem to get along here

          it's a strange road to travel

          this place is not my home, but I want to stay here

          I want to find my way here

          with hope for a better tomorrow

 

I try to understand the people and their ways

words and expressions

the message they convey

listening and hearing, often confusing the terms

I can get the definitions but not what they infer

 

a country filled with somewhat familiar signs

symbols and meanings, disparate designs

like trying to read a road map

in a faint and flickering light

in spite of my best efforts

I seldom get it right

 

          this place is not my home, I don't belong here

          can't seem to get along here

          it's a strange road to travel

          this place is not my home, but I want to stay here

          I want to make my way here

          with hope for a better tomorrow

 

 

I Honor Your Walk With God

© 2016 David George Noll All Rights Reserved

 

my mother raised me with love and care

my mother taught me well

to respect people of all races and religions

they all have a great story to tell

my mother showed me by example

that we are all one family

the children of one Creator born to live in peace and unity

 

my mother's life was a prayer

and I'm blessed to be her son

she spent her life in service

trying to be a friend to everyone

the kindness of her spirit was given to help humanity

and in tribute to my mother Gladys Cymric Strong

I sing this song

 

 

          I honor your walk with God

          whatever path you follow

          whatever road you travel

          I know you're not traveling alone

          I honor your walk with God

          where the Holy Spirit leads you

          Love will guide you and protect you

          on your sacred journey home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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