And the pianist-composer smiles at the artist who says, “thank you for your music,” and begins singing and breathing his art.
They told me I need chocolates for Valentine’s
Not that I need the lovelife
I need sugar
I was sick. I couldn’t get up. I heard my guitar called me. I got up.
They choose to breathe life into the open mike. People hear more than echoes.
I’d rather have the telescope than the moon and the stars.
If a kite had to fly
One child cried