Winter comes in virgin white,
and weds me to my fire tonight,
My fingers gripping warm wood tight,
git-fiddling chords for the songs I'll write.
Divorced from seasons that would stall,
me in the sun or scented fall,
but Winter brings my passions call,
to sing some hope for one and all.
Each piece of our heart
we give away to those around us
in the heavens far above,
angels record what will astound us,
Our souls can top God's charts
we will all be stars in heaven,
doing concerts saints will cheer.
Sometimes higher powers speak
within musical ears,
Songwriters are like pebbles tossed
across the oceans of Earth's tears,
to create love and ease the suffering
tunes are known to calm and soothe,
and brighten worried moods.
I don't expect to ever sink
my hand-print in concrete,
on Hollywood Boulevard,
for songs that I'll complete,
or win a Grammy for my lyrics
melodies or style,
But I'm quite content
for each song lent,
if if makes one person smile.
Makes just one person smile!
This is my tune for all songwriters,
whether a pro or just begun...
who's ever struggled with some notes
until a song was done,
Who's ever poured out their hearts
hoping to move souls as one,
you'll get that chance in heaven
when your work on earth is done.
and so I'll meet you in the green room,
sitting just behind God's throne,
when it's time for us to lay down
all that's flesh soon turned to bone,
we'll jam together and perhaps
we'll all collaborate,
On tunes that make the angels dance,
songs God will call first rate.
songs that god will call first rate
on some distant day
playing gigs that are
gloriously Great!!
Music composed, played written & sung
by ArtWhimsically Yours Studio-©-2021
Matthew F. Blowers III Productions
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