When I look at days gone far behind
I want to say
I am grateful for placing my pen on paper
This art is my heart
It has brought me endless inspiration
What’s not a muse
I have stretched my mind to paint images
Crazy at times.
If I never touched that feather
Into the ink
If I never took that bold step
Six months behind
I would never know how much you’re waiting
To hear my voice
I would never know how much you’re listening
To all my sounds.