Lance Winston
We Hang Our Nights
We hang our nights
In our minds’ museums
Like an aspiring artist might do,
Each new work belonging with
And exalting the rest,
Occasionally surpassing
All the others.
Lance is a man of bold words and action. He currently resides in his spiritual homeland of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Lost in a State 
Amazing, as always Lance.
It’s the ‘rest’ between the musical measures which make up our lives
– while we’re “busy making plans.”
It’s the rain that trains down leaking window pains (beside a bunch of unhung picture frames).
The fleeting flames of a tired, fireside daydream.
It’s a reason to pause, and the impetus to create.
In other words…
it’s great.
Cheers,
peter