The past

Has come to town. Once again a turmoil of emotion holds my mind captive and my fingers dancing across the keyboard. Each strum of your guitar quivers in my soul, and I feel your music in a way unique to me. I know, from your explanations, that your inspiration is more mundane and yet its universality calls pictures from my own life to the screenplay in my mind.

I wonder if I am alone in this feeling, and yet something tells me no. That if you continue on the path you strive, I will one day have a story to tell of back when. I only hope that the inspiration you provide will allow me to stand on those heights as an equal. You remind me of why I tread the difficult path I do, I owe it to you to create that better world.