Grace

I breathe, grace comes in
Moving like wind through the trees
A soft summer breeze

A Day at a Time

So young at fifteen
Thirty years have swallowed youth
Now I'm young inside

Open Heart

I could play it safe
Build a wall around my heart
But walls can break too

Happy

Happy and carefree
Sometimes exist together
But it's not required

No trying, only doing

Not always perfect
But doing is still the choice
It lets music live

Calm

Sailors call it dead
But sometimes calm is the thing
Letting life be lived

Pluck It

Fingernails clipped short
Harp strings await the plucking
All we need is time