So After my early morning chores
I go in the house for my second cup of coffee
And my girl is getting up
She sets down in her living room easy chair
Hot herbal tea in hand, device in the other
I pick up my guitar and magic flows out
I played my magnum opus's
One after another bleeding through my fingers
Tears come to my eyes
I play like I'm playing for my dinner
I'm starving for that connection
The bond that music brings
At the ****** I look up and see her
Still staring down at her device
Then I realize
I played for dinner
And left hungry...