Conversation

I couldn't shake lines of his poem from my head. Funny how that happens. There were reverberations, too. Echoes. His poem reminded me of a poem I too had written, many years ago. So, words swirled, tumbled. Quiet moments, to the outside world - me, sitting, seeming to be doing nothing, staring -- were not at all quiet in my mind. Words danced. I locked myself away, with guitar, and did the best I could do to capture the story, this song, these words, this poem, these lives. #smallstories