Sound of My Soul – Original Poem


Can you hear me?
My heart racing with emotional bliss
Powerful impulses sustaining the will of eternal refuge
A lifelong struggle to connect
With meaning; with definition; with faith

These words I sing to you are my opus
To all of you in search of the one
The one to wake you from your deep sleep
The one to influence your journey to greatness

Not the greatness found on monuments

Nor awarded with medals
The perfection of love from soul to another
Heaven isn’t share my millions
It is a place of honor and sanctuary
It can be tasted by the purest pallet
Only big enough for two


Can you hear my soul?
It’s harmony is in sync with the beat of your heart
When it sings, shivers race down your spine
You know
You have always known

In that workshop in the sky, we were built together
We shared the same craftsmanship

Now I sing to you so that I can warm you heart and rest your head on a pillow of clouds in our heavenly home


This Guitar – Original Poem


This guitar sits alone hidden behind its torn cloth home

Chipped and worn from a lifetime of serenades
Lovers born
Life created
Warm embraces on a rainy night

In harmony, this guitar would recite poetry with each chord
Eyes closed, its sound penetrates the soul

This guitar speaks to us no more
Once, it flourished
It was soothing like my Mother
Firm like my father

I miss the chords that aches with each heartbreak
Blood drawn fingers found salvation in the battle

We needed the guitar
For guidance
The music defined life
It was our teacher, mentor and caretaker

Does the silence matter?
Eternity in darkness void of music

It must never stop
Play this guitar
Play it loud
Play it long
Harmony, discord no matter
Just make it play


If it stops
We stop

Romance dies
Hurt dies
Laughter dies
Caring dies

Lingering days turn to none

When the last chord plays, this guitar will have enough
It will not hang on
But we must

We are not alone
When long days turn to longer nights
The music will be by your side

We Forgot About the Importance of the Words


The art of the written word. It is romantic, real, historically significant and most importantly it has the magical ability to take us to another place.

One minute we are pirates on the high seas and the next we are flying over the clouds looking down on the beauty of our planet. Words have the power to transform, capture deep emotions and give us the courage to achieve our goals.

Writers play a very significant role in our lives.

Writers are:

  • Novelists
  • Poets
  • Screenwriters
  • Songwriters
  • Educators
  • Playwrights

Most importantly they express feelings from the heart.  It is in the words that pour out not from the pen but from the mind that open us up to the vulnerabilities of expressive insight.


A writer sees and feels the world around.  Writers have a purpose and a gift to narrate, interpret, document and open us up to what we are afraid to feel ourselves.

I do not believe words are dead.  That is an extreme, but in the direction we are heading, the importance of them may be lost in this dark jungle.

With technology giving all of us the ability to pour our hearts out in characters through text, tweets, instant message and email, we no longer are vulnerable to the letting our hearts speak for us and suffering the pain of love gained and lost.

I think the greatest feeling in life is getting hurt.  That sounds like a strange statement to be hearing, but I speak the truth.  Love, friendship, family and true connection are very rare in a lifetime so believing every interaction will be positive is just a silly juvenile thought.  We need to get pierced and bleed to find the truth essence and purity of happiness.

We are human.  As humans we feel, both good and bad.  It is important to experience extremes of happiness, sadness, pain and euphoria.


When did we start to hide from it?

We hide behind our mobiles, tablets and laptops.

I have experienced people that:

  • Break up by text
  • Pour their heart out in a status update
  • Feel levels of depression and express it with a tweet

I cannot change human behavior with just my words.

I don’t even want to take on that role.  I want to believe that we can once again feel.  I know every chance I get, I am going to hug a little harder, kiss a little deeper and express myself with all my heart has to give.

Even if many are turning their lives into a one sentence update, I won’t ever take that path.

For those that know me or want to know me, I am very happy and I will continue to be a hopeless romantic realist that will jump off the cliff and hope I land on my feet.

Billy Joel – A True American Poet

Whether you see him as a poet, musician, humanitarian, social activist or spokesman for the everyday man, Billy Joel has become an American legend whose music has transcended time and continues to connect with people now and for generations to come. His iconic lyrics and sound has been a foundation in the music industry for 40 years and it has become a part of so many lives. Enjoy this journey through the words and music of Billy Joel.

Billy Joel Journey

“They say that these are not the best of times, but they’re the only times I’ve ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation and cathedrals of our own. Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lovers eyes and I can only stand apart and sympathize. Because we are only what our situations hand us, it’s either sadness or euphoria” – Summer Highland Falls

“You got your passion, you got your pride
But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true” – Vienna

“When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say, “Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night”
Well I’ll never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone
Whenever we’re together, that’s my home” – You’re My Home

“In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense

And every time I’ve held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose” – And So It Goes

“I know you’re an emotional girl
It took a lot for you to not lose your faith in this world
I can’t offer you proof
But you’re gonna face a moment of truth
It’s hard when you’re always afraid
You just recover when another belief is betrayed
So break my heart if you must
It’s a matter of trust” – Matter of Trust

“While in these days of quiet desperation
As I wander through the world in which I live
I search everywhere for some new inspiration
But it’s more than cold reality can give
If I need a cause for celebration
Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind
I rely on my imagination
And I dream of an imaginary time” – Everybody Has a Dream

“I was a bayman like my father was before
Can’t make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain’t much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain’t no island left for islanders like me” – Downeaster Alexa

“This night is mine
It’s only you and I
Is a long time away
This night can last forever” – This Night

“Well we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?” – The Stranger

“It’s not always easy to be living in this world of pain
You’re gonna be crashing into stone walls again and again
It’s alright, it’s alright, though you feel your heart break
You’re only human, you’re gonna have to deal with heartache” – You’re Only Human

“These are the last words I have to say
That’s why this took so long to write
There will be other words some other day
But that’s the story of my life

There’s comfort in my coffee cup and apples in the early fall
They’re pulling all the moorings up and gathering at the Legion Hall
They swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade
Nothing left for a dreamer now, only one final serenade

And these are the last words I have to say
Before another age goes by
With all those other songs I’ll have to play
But that’s the story of my life” – Famous Last Words

Compelete Billy Joel Discography

Hallelujah – A Tribute to Leonard Cohen’s Masterpiece

In a rare instant, a song comes along that redefines greatness. The power of the lyrics and the penetrating sound of the music provoke feelings deep without our soul. It is at that moment that we begin to feel more, think deeper and lose ourselves in a moment. Leonard Cohen, over the years has written some of the most memorable music of the 20th and 21st Century and has been an icon in the industry. His soulful blends and awe inspiring lyrics have been covered around the globe.

Hallelujah is one of those masterpieces that will forever be a part of musical folklore.
Enjoy this video tribute to a song that somehow finds meaning in all of us.


I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Jeff Buckley

Jon Bon Jovi

K.D. Lang

Neil Diamond

Johnny Cash

Willie Nelson

Rufis Wainwright

Kate Voegele

Il Divo

Damien Rice

The One and Only Leonard Cohen

Why I Love Italy…Some of my favorite reasons

You can read novel after novel, see film after film, view picture after picture and mentally visualize the romanticism and beauty of Italy. With it’s rich culture, deep history, scenic backdrops and cities built on the words of romance, Italy is a slice of heaven carved into the landscape of Earth.

I was fortunate to spend a summer in Italy. Situated with an apartment in Florence with my best friend and transportation to see the countryside of Tuscany, the eastern and western beaches, Venice, Rome, Bologna, Milan, Pisa and the Northern Alps, I was swept away by the mysticism of Italy.

Remembering every minute of my journey, even to this day is a reflection of the impact that country and that trip has left on me. It was almost with sorrow that I would see tourists come in and out of the city like cattle every few days and come to the realization that they never got to know the rich culture and tradition Florence and Italy had to offer.

As an ode to what I hope to be a second home someday and in my mind, already is, I would like to provide you with some of the personal memories and reasons why I love Italy…and you should too.

I hope by the end of these short anecdotes and photos, you will find inspiration to leave the world behind for just a while and experience a little of the magic I absorbed during my stay.

1. Family and tradition are so critical to happiness. Sunday’s in Florence always put a smile on my face. As drank my coffee and gazed out my window, I could hear laughter, screaming, running and playing. Yet not from the streets which were often quiet. Sunday was a day of prayer and family. In many villages and towns, generations of families lived nearby or even under the same roof. Sunday was a day to bring everyone together and share their week in games, conversation and dining. It was a day to reflect on the importance family brings to inner peace and happiness.

Each day, an elderly gentleman in his 80’s would sit on the curb outside his apartment and weave baskets. As he completed them, he would like them up by size and continue for several hours. On Thursday mornings, his wife would meet him and sit by his side. She did not disrupt his work and rarely spoke, but the simple company I imagine brought him pleasure. I am not sure if he sold any or even cared but this was a tradition he never seemed to let go of.

Across the way was a small fruit and vegetable stand that opened and closed at the same time each day. At the conclusion of the day, the remaining produce was carted over to a small watermelon stand in the park where it would be sold into the night.

An older woman one block away walked her dog every morning about 9 AM on the same route. Often I would see her and smile and keeping with her routine, she never smiled back. That just made me smile more.

2. There is value and comfort in the simplest tasks. On one comfortably warm weekend morning, Sonni and I got a loaf of white bread and walked over to a small church. This church had about ten concrete steps to the front entrance. We spend over three hours feeding bread to the pigeons and sparrows. It was a little turf war as the little sparrows would swoop down and grab the bread before the slow pigeons could get to them and this angered them to try harder. This was such an unexpected pleasure for us.

On another evening after a long meal, we sat on the base of the church steps and fell asleep for an hour with only the sounds of passing people to soothe our rest. We were completely safe and at ease.

Often in the piazzas, jazz bands and other street performers would set up in the courtyard and hundreds would flock with drink in hand to enjoy the sounds of the classics.

3. The vineyards..Oh, the vineyards. Like the smell of fresh grass and the feeling of awe as you look out on Fenway Park or Wrigley Field, the essence of being on top of a mountainous road overlooking hundreds of miles of wine vineyards is a spectacle. Now only is it a beautiful site but you are taken back hundreds of years and becoming a voyeur to generations of families that have cultivated and harvested for our pleasure.

4. The essence of dining. In Europe, especially Italy, dining is a fine art. One that is slow, well timed and purely relaxing and entertaining. A traditional dining experience for us was between two and three hours. It began with an appetizer and bottle of wine and sparking water, then entrees, coffee and dessert, great conversation and fun people watching outside on the city streets. Each evening, we would lose ourselves in the handmade pasta and rich tiramisu. It was an indulgence that was rich in food and pleasurable in the company and the comfort. Unlike United States dining that is volume based, Italians become absorbed in the food and the atmosphere.

5. You are in the presence of the visionaries of all invention, literature and art. Standing on the final resting places of Galileo, Michelangelo, and Dante, I was in awe over the amount of pure vision, genius and world contribution that was lingering in the walls of the churches.

6. Beaches have no eyes. Italian beaches are without limit, without restriction and without judgement. Clothes, no clothes, old, young, relaxed, playful; it doesn’t matter. The beaches are about the fresh blue Mediterranean waters, crystal white sands and escape. Pure beauty with mountainous backdrops in the distance.

7. Time does not change. Whether it was Venice, Rome, Florence, Pisa or Sienna, the look, feel and value placed on history and the forefathers that created a culture rich in music, art, theater is still as significant today as it was in the 1600’s.

8. People are treated equal. There is no age discrimination in Italy. There are 80 year old people working and living vivacious lives and parents out with their infants until midnight. Family is much more liberal and open in this culture.

9. Diversity. Whether you want a quiet church experience, an afternoon at a vineyard or a world class fashion show in Milan, Italy has everything from the motorcycle racers to designers to the Pope. It is a country that spans all social and economic levels and welcomes you with open arms.

These are some of the many reasons, Italy is a country that allows you to escape life and get swept away in its magic.

Dream In – Original Song

Dream In
Lyrics by Mark A. Leon

I’m drowning in my breath
I’m suffocating in my tears

I call you on the phone only to find no one home
I can hear you through my eyes
I can see you in ears


With every breath I dream in your love
Dream in
Dream in
Dream in your love

Every morning I look in the mirror to see my tomorrow
Only to yearn for yesterday
The lines on my face remind me of a pain that has surrounded my body like a virus
I ache inside only to see you next to me
I reach but you are not there
I call but there is no answer
I scream to be heard by a memory that is lost in my mind


With every breath I dream in your love
Dream in
Dream in
Dream in your love

The night has fallen and only words prevail
A vision has been following my every step
Its shadow covers my soul
The sounds move closer to me
I turn and remind myself that it is only a dream


With every breath I dream in your love
Dream in
Dream in
Dream in your love

I lay under the covers and protect myself from a past I cannot have
I long for a future I cannot hold
And each second passes with a million thoughts of you lying by my side for all of time


With every breath I dream in your love
Dream in
Dream in
Dream in your love