From the recording White Rock Lake
My wife Sherry and I were sitting on a porch near Taos, New Mexico, and this happened. In our mostly urban nation, to hear nothing is something very rare. I play a 1927 Weissenborn and sing. Sherry took the photographs used on the CD.
Lyrics
Distinct clouds move slowly
A slight patter of rain
The wind in trees
And through eaves
And then, stillness,
And quiet.
Quiet like looking
At a vast white wall.