Slender fingers slide with a passion years had temporarily forgotten. As they grow ******, they recall the wars they fought in. Calluses of past battles: The “Iron Man” they stood beside. The “Smoke on the Water.” How it all seemed like a “Rainbow in the Dark.” Have faded. Strings have grown dusty and settled. But this will last no more.
Set this paper down and hold your hands out. These fingers are cold. They require the warmth of friction. And they yearn for the dopamine filled embrace of inspiration. Let these words be your temporary crutch. When each letter entwines between your fingers, Don’t fear it. That feeling spreading through your chest right now, Don’t lose it. It may be something you’ve suppressed somehow, But your rosy cheeks speak loudly. Now, Let the words speak to you and respond with your melodies. Each word becomes a note, Each note a riff, Each riff a song, Each song another Way for you to shine like the galaxy you really are. You will not burn out on my watch. Rather I will watch as you burn ever brighter.