Thanks

So blue
I dig you

Why do I see what isn't there?
Why must I always stare
At the other side?

Is the grass always greener,
Or do I have a colored perception?

Only that which resides in
the soft mellow note of a blues song
sometimes penetrates my soul.

On a hip swing I ride it,
Giving my desk a rap with
My nimble digits.

Is it the music that drives me or is it
Something within me
That says I should partake?

I am one with the harmonizing tone
Only a melody can break me of this funk.

What notes you play on my heart
Shape me at the core.
But I definitely march to the
Beat of my own... trumpet.

You moving tune,
You rapturous beauty,
You shine and you make me smile.
You are my funny valentine.

Thanks, Miles.
You create...
within me.