This plane is for leaving

I had spent the entire day in the airplane, and had a Compostion notebook that I had been scribbling in throughout the entire flight. I had a grilfriend at the time, we used to write notes back and forth in this notebook, the entire trip so far was filled with smiley faces and stick figures, poems and deep conversations.

I had just finished a long story about some childhood turmoil when they announced that we were going to be landing soon, I decided it was a good idea to make one more run to the restroom before we landed, it was my first time in Tokyo and I was really excited to explore, I wanted to be ready when I got off the plane! I slipped the notebook into the pocket of the seat in front of me for safe keeping... and there it stayed... I got off that plane and forgot all about the notebook, that I had been pinning over for months, that I had filled with my deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my fears and every random thought from the previous two months.

The next morning I woke up in the hotel, looked out over a busy Tokyo street and felt an urge to write a lyric... I went to my bag to get the notebook, that had been faithfully by my side where ever I had gone in the previous two months, only to find that it was gone... I remembered exactly where I left it... I called the airline... nothing... I never saw that notebook again. Sometimes I picture some young or old, guy or girl, getting on the plane in Tokyo, ready for a long flight, finding the notebook, reading its contents and feeling conected with Theresa and I, that person has my heart... in compostion form.

Its alot like what I do now, write a song, play for hundreds of people, no one really knowing me, or my story, but still getting a glimpse into my world, into my heart, people leave a coffee house or a concert venue with a little piece of me, and I have never met that person... I have no idea who they are, where they come from, or what they are taking from me, but I know they heard me, I know they found something of worth in what I was saying... or singing...

Someone "wise" once told me to gaurd myself, be carefull who you let in, be carefull who your share with, because there is only so much you can give, and before too long it will be all gone, and there will be nothing left to give. I could not disagree more... I think we are boundless... infinate in nature... we never run dry... we are filled everyday but everything... if we let it...

I left Tokyo with a small hole inside of me... but maybe... just maybe that small hole that was taken out of my heart... plugged a much needed hole in someone elses... thats all I can ask for... its my heart, in compostion form... simple magic