Here’s a blues/tone poem I wrote for my grandmother.
https://youtu.be/ZmAaT_h1cnc She was an incredible woman that lived through both world wars, immigrated to the United States, and lived to be one hundred and three years old. When I was a kid she would come to California from the Midwest and stay with us for a few weeks at a time. She would seemingly spend the entire time in the backyard alone, quietly drinking tea, beautiful and content with the sun on her face for hours. I remember looking out my window at her when I practiced guitar. She was the Buddha, deep as the ocean.