Music

Plectrums surround me on my bed
To none does my guitar respond;
It has tuned itself to my fingers
An instrument, a diffusive surrender.

Notes are never found in my room
Neither do I ever create one
Rhythm hides in soul, words in harmony
I play to them,  to you, to my destiny.

I wish I could play every instrument,
Learned their individual responses
To my hands and lips; Music is eternal.
May be to love is to worship!

There is yet so much to learn
And in so much more to fail;
To succeed in spreading my gift
And to make this world believe :

                             
                               that to give is to live.