Here are two American singer-songwriters: Kris Kristofferson and John Denver.


I love their music. They’re both poets of the melody. Sadly John died in a plane crash but they’re both alive in my heart.
A few days ago, I wrote six Canadian friends whom I’d dropped away from. Amongst my updates was this:
During the winter and spring I sang at about six open mic sessions but that’s also been absent in the summer. So … back on the horse! The next open mic is on Friday, September 6 – that’s two weeks and two days. I promise you that I’ll sing Kris Kristofferson’s “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down” that evening.
Promises, promises. I’ve loved Kris’ song for decades. He speaks of things I don’t know (being a heavy drug user) and things I do (being lonely). Over the years I absorbed some of the lyrics but the process of learning the song is far from done.
Yesterday I tackled the task and soon realized that producing the result within two weeks is “a bridge too far”. Sure, I usually live from “Go for it!” but I don’t have the energy or focus to perform this ballad at the Salvatore’s open mic. I know this to be true.
So I choose to switch gears to Mr. Denver. I had worked on putting two of John’s songs together – “Spring” and “Summer” – and singing them on July 5 but I was in hospital then with a blood infection. Too bad, because the seasonal timing would have been perfect.
September 6 is still technically summer but my heart is turning toward fall. No matter. They’re two great merged songs and the lyrics are in the back of my head somewhere. I will bring them forward over the next two weeks, stand before the audience and sing …
Silently the morning mist is lying on the water
Captive moonlight waiting for the dawn
Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper
The sun is coming. Quick! You must be gone
Smiling like a superstar, the morning comes in singing
The promise of another sunny day
And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine
I do believe that summer’s here to stay
This will be fine