Quiet musician-
Waits for the cheers to die down,
Says a humbled thanks.
A deep growling voice
Talks of his pain and despair,
Comforted by love.
The tireless artist
Meets himself in the mirror:
“You worked hard. Now rest.”
Starlight pinpricks shine
Through our lonely midnights
In quiet bedrooms.
The hardworking man,
Setting note pages aside,
Remembers to breathe.
The kingdom’s burden:
“Power, wisdom, patience…”
A weight to be shared.
a place of words 