Once again, scheduling time with my muse proved to be fruitful as I tried to finish my week 5 assignment for the Coursera Songwriting course with Berklee professor Pat Pattison. Having peers from the S.A.C. join me in what has proven to be a challenging 6 weeks has helped motivate me to not let myself down.
To be honest, my biggest struggle was carving out the time. But when I used Pat’s tools, and sat down with my piano…well – I encountered an old friend, the version of me that existed before I tried to release a CD.
There is no shortage of artists out there trying to make a living from their craft. One need only to look at the multitude of paid services and tools out there looking to make a profit on the dreams of the already financially challenged, and you will see that helping artists “get out there” is an industry onto itself now.
But once upon a time, before I got obsessed with social media, graphic design, crafting my elevator pitch, etc., there was a girl who just enjoyed the way words would flow over melodies and how the resulting songs could capture something deep in her heart.
Thanks to this course, and the encouragement of my peers, I had a happy reunion with that girl. And though that girl is now a mom – I’m hoping her visits will be more frequent as I allow the pursuit of success as defined by monetary value to fall to the wayside.
Holding a 3 month old baby, countless strangers have told me to enjoy this time because it is so sweet yet so fleeting. Nurturing a new life has put so many things in perspective in my life, including my definition of success. At this moment, it means living in the moment with a deep appreciation for the wealth of inspiration that surrounds me in my new role.
Here are the lyrics to my week 5 assignment – still on the same topic…”A Mother’s Love.” This is the first complete song I’ve written in at least a year and a half!
A Mother’s Love
She looks into her baby’s eyes and knows that this is love
She looks at him in wonder, he is her soul and blood
This moment has defined her life beyond what she can see
Mere words cannot contain this bond, it is a mystery
And for him she’ll be strong
In storms she’ll be his calm
She’ll hold him for as long…as she can…
A mother’s love
Will last a lifetime
A mother’s love
That we are held and gazed upon
When we are born, daughter or son
A Mother’s love
She sees the light is fading from his eyes he lies so still
She wishes she could take his pain in spite of all those pills
These thirty years like grains of sand now beyond her grasp
How can their story come to this, it was not meant to last