This is the waltz that accompanies the poem Legend in the chap book.

It started as a thing on the tenor guitar that was utilizing the tuning to get these chords. And then I hummed a melody over the chords.

The piano piece emerged from that arrangement:

I need to get back to work on these pieces. There are a few more to go, but they need some editing and work.

Legend:

The one thing I wanted yet never seem to find.
I am more myth now then sinew.
The legend overgrown.
The story has its own inertia.
Set in motion a forever ago.

I am enwrapped and entwined.
Sometimes I think I could escape it.
Go to the woods and get lost in the brambles.
Disappear from view but life is still a shambles.

A devil’s bargain taken.
I didn’t understand its making.

Oh they all want me. 
Want to know.
Share my bed for a night or two.
A moment shared. Or just a few.

Nothing more.
And I am left picking their things up off the floor.

All I ever wanted was a home.
Someone to come back to when I roam.
And I’m not so foolish to scorn all that life has given me.
Precious and wild and god has been forgivin’ me.

And yet.
I sit here in the quiet mo(u)rrin.
Sipping black
And the cat’s po(u)rrin.
And I wonder what I am doing wrong.
Why it is I never learned this particular song.

I pick over the broken chords 
and can only hum a chorus.
Not knowing the words
Which (in)form Us.