The Roof
This morning I began to cry. And with tears tumbling down my face I began to sing. At that point of wounding, there right there where it hurt like hell, the light was entering, piercing, scalding, cauterising, after years of deadness...I was taken by surprise, knocked off balance...I wept and sang. I remember every second of the day the music died. I was not singing Bye Bye Miss American Pie. I was sitting in a wheelchair struggling to breathe, struggling to keep my head abov