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WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES
February 8, 1996 This is about how love can endure through the years. Since Jimmy and I had only been married 17 years when I wrote this, and don’t have any children, where this came from is anyone’s guess. SOMEONE’S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE May 30, 1996 I wrote this for Phil and Don Everly. I wanted them to know that I think about them even when I’m not at a concert. MY LOVE WILL REMAIN November 13, 1997 This poem was inspired by the life and music of John Denver. It’s funny in a way. I’ve never considered myself a big John Denver fan (I like his music, but I wasn’t a FAN, like I am of the Everly Brothers and Jay Black), but his death hit me really hard. Two days after John died, I wrote what became the fifth, sixth, and last verses. It was two weeks before I added the first verse, but I got a severe case of “writer’s block,” and couldn’t come up with any more, so I put the poem on a shelf for a while. One day, I put videotape of one of John’s concerts in the VCR. Well, John hadn’t sung the last note of the second song before I started putting words together in my head. Within 20 minutes, I wrote the second, third, and fourth verses, and the poem was finished (or so I thought). That night, I had a dream that John woke me up and said, “My poem’s not finished yet Corey, there’s one more verse.” I argued that it was indeed finished, and that it was just fine the way it was. John however, was insistent, “How can you say that this poem is inspired by my music, if there’s no verse about music in it?” Of course John was right. We made a deal. If he would let me go back to sleep, I would add a verse about music when I got up in the morning. John left, and at 8 am the next morning, the seventh verse was added to the poem. Thanks John! I WILL NOT SAY GOOD BYE January 16, 1998 I have no idea where this poem came from. I have been fortunate in that as of the day I finished this poem, I have not lost anyone close to me in a long time. Maybe the fact that a lot of my friends have lost loved ones, has inspired me in some way. I consider this one of my best poems. WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS January 23, 1998 I wrote this for Broadway legend Tommy Tune. I read his book a couple of weeks ago, and I couldn’t help but feel that Tommy is very lonely. It got me to thinking. When you sit in an audience, watching someone on stage, you always assume that their life is so perfect. You never think that after they take their bows and acknowledge the cheers of the crowd, that they may be going home to an empty apartment. I’ve dedicated it to Tommy, but it’s for all of those stars who have to shine alone. |