in the crisp awareness of the evening
when silence can be heard on the streets
thoughts turn to you
for if tomorrow
all the music stopped
You'd be my music
if the composers and lyricists of the world threw their motivation away
You'd be my song
when the magical juices in my mind and body cease flowing
You'd be my creativity
and if tomorrow, I was called upon to return to my maker
all the things I was or ever would have been
You would be

C@rainbowchaser2021