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.
Salutations
HP May 2016