Running Fingers

Sometimes i wonder
If i am home
And other times
I truly know
That the making of music
The creation
Of joy
Goes beyond
My mortal coil
And the keeping of blood
And the shaking of lust
Must sometimes proceed
the building of trust
An industry which
Foundations are firm
Once your experianced
Once you have learnt
The ways of your heart
You can start guessing others
as i try to take care of
My sisters and brothers