Something Left

I've got stars in my great big sky
I shall gaze upon without leaving small ones behind
Because they're harder to find.

Strumming on a guitar is therapeutic, in more ways than one simple man can explain. I play these chords that mean so little, yet still are so much to me. I don’t even worry about the lyrics hidden under the music. These words drift in and out of my inner ear, finding their place among the notes under my breath. So effortlessly, they carry thoughts away… Away from the storms that brew around the bend of life.