I composed the original version of my folk ballad, "Day of Ash", on the third weekend of October, 2001. Slightly over a month after the tragic happenstances that occurred in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania. The following week I decided to commit the song to tape, and created a four track demo of my newly penned song. The demo literally remained untouched for years to come. Nearly a full ten years later, I decided to revisit my song original. Sadly inspired by the upcoming tenth anniversary of 9/11. The poetics within my song, emotionally threw me back to that late summer day in September. It was actually hard to cull through my lyrics, without becoming conscious of the song's sensitivity. I re-recorded "Day of Ash" on June 11th and 12th of 2011. This time around I recorded the song to my eight track digital recorder, within the confines of my home studio. Located in East Norriton, Pennsylvania. The song still remains in demo form. However, I believe this new digital recording of my 9/11 ballad, better captures what I had originally envisioned. This "Day of Ash" demo has literally captured all of my raw emotions from that very tragic day............ They sailed right through her blue and spacious skies... Right on past her unsuspecting eyes... A golden torch points toward a broken wing.... Shimmers upon a church bell that starts to ring.... They soared right through this flight of morning doves.... Casting shadows as they passed above.... What soon began in a single blinding flash.... Has become our September day of ash.... And people rise up through the fall.... Huddled masses hear the call.... Through the ashen covered spire.... I can hear angelic choirs.... Through the shattered glass and steel.... I see places oh so real.... Through the rubble of the towers.... I see golden summer flowers.... Clouds of ash fall upon this sacred ground.... Upon granite markers etched with the lost and found.... Candles burn bright the prayers of sacrifice.... Where thousands of souls have paid for paradise.... Flashlights winding through the dark.... Search and try to make their mark.... And heroes at the scene.... Race up stairs that start to lean.... Through the shattered glass and steel.... I see places oh so real.... Through the rubble of the towers.... I see golden summer flowers.... Tattered banners start to rise.... Waving high above her eyes.... Fields of blue and battered red.... Clinging to the stars unshed.... Fields of blue and battered red.... Clinging to the stars they'll never shed.... Clinging to the stars they'll never shed....