Blessed to have the ears

to capture moonlight voices

and delicate strokes of a guitar.

 

Fortunate, beyond measure,

to have the mind ready to draw pictures

of words sung into eternity.

 

Proud, of my sensitive self

tied up in childhood memories

of the Creative spirit.

 

Blissful in knowing,

that perhaps music will never be so good again,

but the art of film was invented just in time.

 

If I ever lost my ears,

at least I have heard the deep tunes

of a spirited man.

 

If I ever lost imagination,

at least I have known lyrics

made to turn the ordinary, sublime.

 

If I ever lose my youth,

then there will be no worry,

graceful age will make the sunrise all the more beautiful.