Ace of Cups
a poem by. Bill Matthews

 

Part I

Singing
weaving plus patterns
in the surging sunset
sitar guitar in unison
organ weaving melodic pictures
a tapestry of sound and color unfolding
the bass subtly setting down the chorded rhythm of the weaver
the drums pounding the exploding patterns of the way of nature,
the way of the universe.

A surge of chemical change
the creation of a garden of love with sufic vibrations
the softness of jasmine flows thru the warm spring air penetrating my
my mind like love
jasmine in June, jasmine in January, the same jasmine
Bach like progressions from a farfisa organ
on the wall walking thru the room a hermit with a lantern
his eyes serious and loving
beckoning to us
follow me
walk in the light
love one another
his eyes sad as the world refuses to listen
only a chosen few heed his call
he smiles and kisses each one
knowing that they at least know.

The darkness of hair falls over the bass
the eyes smile
she nods knowingly
she has found the rhythm of life.

Listen to the guitar
watch her fingers sound the depths of feeling
the immensity of love
the influence of Saturn
the timeless old man watching over us all
teaching us the way.

The drums are encased in orange fireThe drums are encased in orange fire
the drummer picking up and laying down the surge of the universe
the rolling waves
the Moon drawing us to its center
the surging and receding of woman
birth and death
love and hate
war and peace
show us the rhythm girl
show us how we run.
the drummer picking up and laying down the surge of the universe
the rolling waves
the Moon drawing us to its center
the surging and receding of woman
birth and death
love and hate
war and peace
show us the rhythm girl
show us how we run.


Part II


“You say you have no love to spare? I tell you love is like the air.”

The gradual building of chords
the growth of flowers made fertile by love
the dog smiling in his white long coat
tail wagging
dragging girls across the floor
c’mon and play with me, please play, oh c’mon baby I wants play

The glow of a single votive candle
her eyes soft in the half darkness
six months on a sitar
six months of love sorrow
of joy and growth and peace
six months of working out problems
of gigs, of setting up and breaking down
of faulty amps and apologetic gigs
knowing “we’ll make it, I know we’ll make it I feel it in my bones
deep inside me I feel it we’ll make it baby.”



Part III


Five girls
five girls in unison
five girls and dissension
months of write and re-write change rehearse love break up have
a ball fuck get stoned
five girls in one
one girl in five
the Ace of Cups a group of love in love
the Ace of Cups
I Love em
listen close and understand
then you’ll know
love and Peace.

 

Diane writes about Bill -

Bill Matthews is an Ace of Cups fan from way back when we were rehearsing at the Heliport in Sausalito, CA. He would hang out outside the door listening to our music. We never really knew much about him, but he always gave support by being at most of our gigs.

I remember that when I needed a place to live Bill helped me clean up the Heliport to use as a temporary home. He was so kind to help without asking for anything in exchange. I served him tea and lunch from my hot plate when we had finished moving in my stuff. My new home served me well in my time of need, and Bill Matthews made my life a little easier to cope.

This poem that he wrote about the Ace's gave to us something of himself that reflects his talents and insights that we had never known before.

Thank you Bill Matthews wherever you are.
We Love you,
The Ace of Cups

 

 

 

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