tHis ThiNG, tHis GiFt
Will I lose the words I have right now?
Or will I fail to write them down?
This thing, this gift, this who knows what?
- the thing you catch while it's still hot -
You know the vibe, the feel, the sound,
The chase to run this mother down
And catch it here on instrument, on paper, and in mind
just long enough to wash it off and help the feeling shine
and then be freed to change the world,
or not, as sometimes goes, or just be there,
to tell the muse, I'll be here next time too.
And I cannot help but think you know
this thing of which I speak.
This gift of light, or dark, to share
and ask, do you see me?
And if they do, and your aim is true,
the gift may pierce their shield
just long enough to cause a thought
to help a human heal.
And what a gift we have with this
that makes a person smile
And fills their head with images
to consider for a while.