The Garden
At this late date, my recollections of that evening are quite vague. But I was deeply moved at the time. Most of the performers were autistic, though there may have been some with other difficulties as well.
Stuck in the program was something I wrote when we got home. It's actually more of a song than a poem. One of the acts was called HEART TO HEART, and I might have been specifically reacting to that. I have the tune in my head, standard A-A-B-A song form, but no simple way to share it with you. Feel free to sing it your own way.
RIGHT HERE IN MY HEART
Don't tell me what you think I can't do;
Sing me a song, teach me something new.
Show me the way to make a new start -
I have it all right here in my heart.
Don't tell me that my way is wrong
If it's not your way of singing this song,
We both have ways of playing our part,
If we have it right in our heart.
It's true, I'm different from you,
Or maybe you're just different from me.
But we're the same in our hearts -
Together now, what could we be?
If I'm racing now from pole to pole
Flying to fast to find the goal;
Let's bring it back to music and art -
I have it all right here in my heart.
~~::~~
in my mind and heart
all of these thoughts and feelings
windmill in a storm
