It’s Not Lost

Words and Music by Anne M Carley © 2009
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Therese Schwartz, a NYC painter, told me of a closet full of stretched canvases she had painted one summer and then discarded.  In response to my surprise, she assured me, calmly “Anne, it’s not lost.”

When you do what you do
It’s not lost
When you make what you make
It’s not lost
When you start but do not finish
It’s not lost

It may be dancing in the garden under moonlight
It may hide out incognito up a tree
It may go down the lane and come back with a puppy
It may be content to nap until you’re free

It may have gone around the world in a heartbeat
It may reconfigure, camouflaged in form
It may have wandered with the currents or the jet stream
It may be what lets a blanket keep you warm

It’s not lost
It’s just recycled
It’s not lost
It just said “when”
Torn and tossed,
You might not know it
But it’s not lost
you’ll be together again.

It may be folded in a trunk in someone’s attic
It may break apart and dissipate in bits
It may be hummed by passing Gypsies on a Sunday
It may be so apt, you’re scared out of your wits

It’s not lost
It’s just recycled
It’s not lost
It’s kind of zen
By first frost,
You might not know it
But it’s not lost
it’s keeping busy till then.
Yeah It’s not lost
It’s just recycled
It’s not lost
It’s born again
T’s all crossed,
You’re proud to show it
Cause it’s not lost
It’s not lost – it never ends