Ten years ago, after learning about the passing of Leonard Cohen, I rode my bike across the Manhattan Bridge early in the morning and left this note for him by the entrance to the Chelsea Hotel on W23rd Street.
I’d like to share my sorrow
And hand you this broken cup
I’d like to share my sorrow
But you’ve already had enough
You spoke so low in darkness
To brighten darker skies
You spoke candles burning
In a thousand angels’ eyes
I’m leaving for the hotel
I’ll pay a few more dues
I’m leaving for the hotel
To check in with the muse
You skipped the preliminaries
Your song is in the mail
A voice like a mountain
A pen hesitant and frail
I’d like to share your sorrow
And fill this broken cup
I’d like to share your sorrow
But you’ve already shared enough
Brian Dan Christensen
