The New Music

 The same chords on my guitar
With different words coming to me
Every day
Like clouds rolling in dark and foreboding
Or the sun rising warm in the East
Or different emotions
Like the happiness of a new spring day
Or the blues of the storm rolling in
The same chords come to me
And seem like new music
In my ears
And so I play them
Every day
To the beat of my heart
Or the thoughts in my head
The breath in my lungs
Or the touch of my fingers
It all plays itself out
As the same chords on my guitar
Though it’s all new music
To me
Every day