Ham and cheese sarnny,
and a pint of orange juice;
a small lunch for me.
Stuck in a meeting,
and I am hiding my face,
but talking a lot.
The page remains blank,
waiting for the words to fall,
and start the journey.
Notes plucked from the strings,
escape in arpeggios,
caressing the chords.
Start on a new page,
uncluttered by other things,
so, your work stands out.
