It hits me mostly When I'm alone The voice of soul The creative flow Whatever it is I don't have a clue Words that come From nowhere Words I never use Perhaps I'm a bit crazy Perhaps You're crazy too But it is the gift That you and I share And I hope We never lose...
Traveler Tim I don't always like to read long poems with vivid words and riddles But I do respect the fact You're a beautiful violin And I am but a fiddle.