A Celebration of the Soul   

By Sharon Rutherford.  Early  2002, a song of joy and victory written for a friend.  

The twists and turns of life have always baffled me,
The magic of the journey was something I could never see.
I don’t think you know and I doubt you really see,
The music that God put into you.
Day after day, you give it all away,
Pouring out the gift that is YOU. 

When I walked into that room, the music began to dance around me,
Soothing, touching, breaking open my tomb,
Giving me a color – hope – that I could see.
Maybe you do, maybe you don’t,
Know just how it goes down,
When some really looks at “you”,
And doesn’t begin to drown. 

You’re not just a mechanic, plying the tools of your trade,
Trying to fix the broken and the “sick”,
So your “debt to society” will be paid.
Because of that, and because you’re you,
That music will always come back through,
Richer, sweeter, on the wings of the wind,
Like the ebbing and flowing tide –forever, without end. 

In this world of chaos and pain, I’ve learned to feel some joy.
OK, not too much, usually need some rain.
But, hey, at least it’s no longer someone else’s toy.
Give it, take it away, just to watch me cry,
Those days are fewer and farther between.
Sadness can come, and I don’t have to die
Because of long-ago shadows that never should have been. 

Singing, riding with the wind, or shooting a lethal weapon,
Laughing, crying, maybe even loving someone.
Life might possibly be a gift after all, and
Maybe there’s more beauty just over that wall.
So enough is enough, too much is too much,
You know I can only be a “dwebe” so long.
The music you gave me, I give back for you to touch,
Because, Jeff, as Elton said, “This is your song.”