Heart
By Stephen Laycock
I know that I am following my heart
When quitting the corporate ho-hum.
New gear arrives beckoning my attention.
So, I play.
Feelings arise to clarity at the surface.
So, I write.
One musician seeks company,
And then there are two.
Joy is, that there is no fear in being fearless.
Only a fool will beg to differ.
When the thing left to own
Is a message from my heart?
Copyright © 2009 Stephen Laycock – All Rights Reserved.
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