every once in a while i hit a lick that causes my heart to skip a beat

and though i hear no other applause, this soul of mine gives pause

to say i appreciate the little gifts God sends my way and that’s enough encouragement for me

you see when i draw or when i sing more times than not the audience is just me and that has to be enough because i can’t count on anyone else to lift me up or appreciate what i say or see……..but me

me critiques and cheers, frowns and stares and that’s the way it goes and i have learned to accept my talents ebb and flow like the waves in my soul

so i live for every now and then when the angels come and direct my hands, strumming the chords and drawing the lines and that’s more than enough you see

because it continues to remind me, the best stuff………. doesn’t come from me