Sea Change from Old First by Hans Bilger

Sea Change
© 2012 Hans Bilger

I’m about to leave my home
cast off and pretend I’m grown
thought I was all I’d ever known
but I feel the waters stirring

cause younger vision felt so true
my eyes resolved more than they skewed
I’d paint the day in brighter hues
till the ocean started to darken

there’s a sea change
rolling through my head these days
a tremor from the benthic throws my ripples into frays
and though I haven’t plumbed the depths of all these churned and turbid waves
I know that I won’t be coming back again

I appraised myself for half a year
packaged quirks and hid my fears
but the fog rolled in from off the piers
and I lost myself in the silence

I pitched and reeled with muted roars
caught between shore and unshore
but this gyroscope spins evermore
I can feel myself self-correcting

there’s a sea change
rolling through my mind, I know
this melting winter ice is cutting channels from below
and though it’s hard to see another
in this swirling mist of snow
I know the birds will populate the skies again

so did I sail my first leg right?
or did I hold myself too tight?
the distance wavers, dull and bright
I’m unprepared but well-provisioned

there’s a sea change
rolling through my head these days
a tremor from the benthic throws my ripples into frays
and though I haven’t plumbed the depths of all these churned and turbid waves
I know that I won’t be coming back again
I know that I’m never coming back again

• Acoustic
• Americana
• composer
• indie folk
• jazz
• songwriter
• New York