“Ride A Cock Horse…An Adaptation” by Mitch Hicks

Ride a cock horse she would sing as she rode me good and proper
No way with her seam stockings open girdle could I stop her
Bouncing bouncing hard and fast acting just like Betty Boo
Riding away thrashing her leather crop oh what a view
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse
on her fingers and bells on her toes
And she shall have music wherever she goes
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“Mirrors” by Vicky Hamilton

Vicky Hamilton

Beauty begets beauty,
Lies creates lies,
Fear breeds fear,
Faith elevates faith,
Passion initiates passion,
Pure thoughts receive pure thoughts,
Intimacy embraces Intimacy,
Hate makes hate,
Trust equals trust,
Magic evolves magic,
Music repeats music,
Love builds love,
Truth mirrors truth.

When you pick up your mirror,
To take a look,
What reflection of me,
Is looking back at you?

Vicky Hamilton

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© 2010

“Borrowed & Blue” by L. K. Thayer (lyrics)

L. K. Thayer & Brian BecVar

Wiped the tears from my face
When I saw you walkin’ down the aisle
Sensed it would happen but thought
At least not for awhile
When you smiled at me I swear my heart
Was gonna break in two
Now I feel like something borrowed
And I’m feelin’ like something blue

Blue like the moon, blue like your eyes
How much in love you were, I didn’t realize
Now I feel like something borrowed
And I’m feelin’ like something blue

You only borrowed my love, when I gave it to you to hold onto
I wanna hold onto you now but nothin’s left except my love
And it’s true, I’m feelin’

Blue like the moon, blue like your eyes
How much in love you were, I didn’t realize
Now I feel like something borrowed
And I’m feelin’ like something blue

Words by L. K. Thayer

Music by Brian BecVar

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© 2009

Stephen Kalinich (journal entry)

Photo by VC Ferry

Stephen Kalinich


I was struck

by a saxophone player

at the bridge
at Cesto Ponte
when I was going off of the island
on the river Tiber.
He was playing Autumn leaves.
It was a warm sunny day
with a slight touch of wind.
I threw a few coins in his bowl.
He was incredible
A Saxophone
beautifully flowing tones
played with much feeling
bringing tears to my eyes.
The streets are alive
the notes linger in the air
It touches the music
of the stillness within me.
It rekindles a quiet joy.
He keeps playing.
A dusty baseball cap
an old shirt short sleeved
gray sleeveless sweater
and sandles
with no socks
and filthy feet
like the one in a Caravaggio painting.
The ones that show
the humaness
of the reality we exist within.
The breeze is beautifully blowing.
It almost blows my hat into the Tiber.

What a joy to live.
He plays My Way
which I usually do not like
but today it is a wonderful sound.

Stephen Kalinich

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© 2006

“Mona Lisa” by L. K. Thayer

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

he used to
sing ‘Mona Lisa’
to me
in the halls

he was an art teacher
a gentle, creative force
he liked sitting with us

Cat Stevens records
with his


he was struck by

while flying

a kite

he died


still sent

his message

of freedom


“Or is this the way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought
To your doorstep
They just lie there
And they die there
Are you warm are you real
Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely

Work of art?

Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa”

Jay Livingston
Ray Evans

© 1950

L. K. Thayer

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“Jukebox” by L. K. Thayer

Balm in Gilead

L. K. Thayer

and you

play another song
and then another

put in
another quarter

and another

a different tune
a different beat
but the same old song
plays over and over
and you can’t get
it outta your head

and it don’t depend
if you’re wearing
black or red
same old track
keeps harping back
and you give the
jukebox a smack

but it don’t

if you can’t


the music

L. K. Thayer

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© 2009