• The guitar strings send out a slow chord
    Slowly at first, each pluck keeping the sound going
    Fingers place themselves where it feels right
    The sound takes it's place in the air
    A voice starts to ring out
    Shaky and cautious at first
    He takes a nervous breath
    Closing his eyes for a moment
    He let's his heart take over
    And the lyrics starts to take shape
    Floating into the air around him
    A new song takes shape
    Directly from the soul itself
    A musician in the making
    Trying to find his voice
    Struggling to make the right sound
    But with help, he keeps trying
    After much work, he's exhausted
    His voice hurts, his fingers are sore
    But another song has been made
    Something he and everyone can be proud of
    Because it was written from the heart
    And played through the soul~