The name of this poem, written by Iku Takenaka (1904-1982), is Story:
Quietly the cloud cast its shadow,
Passing over avenues of trees, over ponds, over fields.
Enduring both joy and sadness, the cloud silently drifted on…
Then, above the sound of a single flute, the cloud stopped,
Seeking the one who played: but there was no one.
And then the cloud began again its long journey
Through the hemisphere of night, not knowing its direction.
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New album "Observations" available now.
A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.
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