telling stories he’s got a wall of old guitars wood and steel and string loves to hear the sounds they make the narratives awake as they begin to sing a simple sort of passion harmonic by design working out your blues how you win and how you lose somehow it works out fine through it all you’re telling stories let them rise up to the day what you cannot rehearse written down, chorus and verse if you have something to say a simple sort of longing that changes day to day recall what you have done dream of what is yet to come when you begin to play these moments of reflection revealing something true call it holy, like confession pouring out in this expression from the deepest part of you and go on telling stories let them rise up to the night some of pleasure, some of pain some of sunshine, some of rain some of heading toward the light we all go down the same path toward a final curtain call times of endless yearning moments we are learning how to rise and how to fall yes, go on telling stories let them rise up to the stars it can all come out of you what is real and what is true on the strings of those guitars on the strings of those guitars rjh 13feb2026
