i give them music
straight from my soul
& in their soft smiles
or the hum of a song remembered,
i find home.

my life is this.
these notes, these chords, this voice
carving little pockets of light
in other people’s days.

& if they leave changed,
even a little,
then i have done something right.

“𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘺.
𝘐 𝘢𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦.
𝘐 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘺.”
- 𝘙𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦