admiration

           
           
           
my words are merely raindrops; yours- the weekly forecast; you'd sing lead with the choir well- I'd rather seek the pew;          
           
 I could sketch by sight more-less; you could fill art galleries; there's much to be admired; there's range and volume in your passion; I'm just purging with my words;          
           
 you'd drown me like the ocean- or scorch me with your rage; the ocean is your canvas; I'm fine with ponds and lakes....            
           
 you're seasoned with the music- piano chords you play; your tendency of song choice- leave bodies to vibrate....          
     
 then back into the shadows- should one wish upon a star- you might just bring another bag of goods to feed who's starved-    
   
 whilst infatuated with your ways....