What’s the difference
Between hard soft
Touch perhaps but
No it’s sound
Or better hear
We hear that
Which serves us
The other fodder
What if we
Listened to fodder
And heard truth
Think for a
Moment everything that
You might have
Missed listening for
The one thing
You’d never hear
I haven’t had
Much luck in
Love but great
Fortune my purse
May be empty
But my heart
Remains full I’m
A terrible gambler
I cannot bluff
When it comes
To love often
Loosing but always
Enjoying the game
And isn’t that
Better in the
Long run anyway
We are opposites
Younger and older
Black and white
Teacher and student
Student and teacher
But like the
Poles north and
South our world
Spins upon us
And so I
Grafted myself to
You and you
Small broken flower
Less and somewhere
In between I
Knew that you
Would never grow
Without me music
And today perhaps
Perhaps just today
Your miracle happens
If I were
An Angel and
Could grant your
Wish I certainly
Would but like
So many others
I’m a demon
Looking for my
Own salvation in
This crippling world
Of abject damnation
Writing this I
Pray that you
Are blessed by
Yours long before
I’m given mine
For that is
The closest thing
To a miracle
I can muster
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 