Steven Harz Music

My suicide was reported with no reason but you know the truth

My written words are in an unknown battle with your unspoken thoughts and since neither are audible or discernible to the other or to us the fight will silently rage into the darkness until we are deafened by the peace that could have been — if you liked this please check out my book of […]

I am not glad that you are gone (have left) but I am thankful that while you were here I chronicled our love on my flesh but my art is not that of (clichéd) dragons and skulls or daggers (though this may be next) but of hearts and crosses and birds and Bible verses (Psalm […]

There is a box in your basement or attic (or in last week’s trash) overfilled with letters that I’d written too you and about us and these memories and poems and prayers are one half of our written history. Beneath my bed is a similar box filled with your writing and lip prints and smells […]

My head echoing with the roar of silent flashbacks (of us) makes me wish and pray or cross my fingers (and hope to die) that I was deaf (on the inside) Or perhaps I could find that spot on my body (or yours) where the pain gets in (and out) and plug it closed with […]

The chance for to have and to hold became she loves me she loves me not – copyright 2012 Steven Harz

they had to be quiet for a while and let it all soak in because as they say and silence is golden. now if he drove really fast and used the tappan zee bridge as a ramp they would be in orbit in no time and wouldn’t that be better than here and even though […]

sunday was jeans and sneakers and gloves and parkas which not only came in handy on the trails but also later in the theater because can you believe how cold it was in there? i didn’t care though because it gave me a reason to sit closer to you and feel your head against my […]