My inspiration is my fuel,
My pen and brain are my tools,
My paper, the palette, waiting for words,
My voice, the way this artform is heard.
My thought flow at a million miles,
My heart and mind work to compile,
I figure out a couple bars,
Then I go to work on my guitar.
I strum away on the tired strings,
The connection we form is an amazing thing,
I feel each string, and each string feels me,
And what results is the melody.