Global Warming Christmas

Al Gore by jdlasica
Al Gore, a photo by jdlasica on Flickr.

Here’s a song I wrote a while back. “Global Warming Christmas.” Please listen and share.

I hope you enjoy it!

William Stonewall Monroe




For a child to come.

For a nation to rise.

For love to enter our hearts once more.

christmas tree
christmas tree by ShedBOy^, on Flickr


The time to breathe,

The thoughts in our hands

The hands to our hearts


To remember the reasons.

To take a step forward.

To hear news of the child.

William Stonewall Monroe


Unfettered and flying,
Sleeping above the dust
Pushing beyond the must
Gravity not containing

It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's Cupcake, the flying goat!
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s Cupcake, the flying goat! by 2-Dog-Farm, on Flickr

The beyond the now the already the not yet
Around the cusp
Courses adjust
The sails, the course, the fate has been set

William Stonewall Monroe

Yo Yo Ma’s brilliant entry

My wife and I went to go see Yo Yo Ma (courtesy of my Uncle) this past weekend. When he walked on stage, he was not carrying his cello. At first we were concerned and slightly confused, but then, he explained.

“I will be your waiter this evening…”

He explained that he saw himself as a waiter, a servant, of the music and of his audience. Likening himself to a a waiter for a Top Chef, he described his role as not creating, but rather presenting a musical experience created by the most expert creators.

pile of homemade pasta, just rolled and cut
pile of homemade pasta, just rolled and cut by cafemama, on Flickr

Now before his show, I had already started thinking of myself (especially where music is concerned) in terms of being a home chef. I even had written the following journal entry

Homemade music

like a homemade pie,
delicious and fresh
lacking entirely straight,
drawn within the lines kind of perfection
floured countertops,
fresh cut fruits
happy accidents,
intentional brilliance
love you can taste.

No stickers to tear.
No boxes to open.
Ingredients you can pronounce.

Close your eyes.
Enjoy every morsel.

After Mr. Ma’s show, the thought finished connecting. While I do compose, I feel my music is a bit more earthy and homey than a lot of classical music.

I am a home cook. Let me bring you emotions and my messages in the freshest way possible. Yo Yo Ma’s entry helped me remember what I want to do with my music as well as set the stage for his own performance. What a great entry and a great night.

William Stonewall Monroe