the cellar of souls

by candlelight

and heartfelt pity,

we ambled down

to croak our dittys,

me on guitar

and mournful voice,

he on drums

the bass your choice,

I wrote down words

and you agreed,

they were ok and good

fine indeed,

the beat was lay

and things became real,

we forced out miracles

totally surreal,

we practised for time

and it became tight,

but things were strained

something wasn't right,

my alcoholism

was ruining my play,

and we bitterly parted

our own separate ways,

that was a long time ago

I recall it some nights,

as I sing the songs

albeit mostly not as tight,

the world of what if's

and stupidities reign,

the cellar of souls

claimed more of the same,