On playing guitar alone in a small fluorescent room.

You have to write music
that you wouldn't mind dying to;
not in a morbid sense, but rather
in the way that you know a film is over
when a certain song plays.
A soundtrack
to a life unlived, or lived too well.
Potential in a wasted world.
From the gut, unapologetic.
Dynamic, dramatic.
Moving ahead while looking backwards.
The walk that turned a life around.
The chords that framed the cadence.
A village to raise a child.
A handful to craft a song.
Leave nothing to the imagination.
Leave nothing left unsaid.
Any takers?