your words and intents
I'll give you what I can.
a song, a sentiment.
a half cooked notion.
a feeling, a rhythm
riffs wrapped in ditties
fingers reaching for a certain sound
you were summoned here
now what have you?
I ask you for an offering
more or less
significant
something real
(or imagined)
next to nothing
it's not too much to ask.
though you must be ready to listen.
for if you won't hear my words, the are worth no more than silence
afterall.
I offer you this sound,
though to receive it, you must desire
you must listen, feel, dance, sing, sway,
give yourself over to the incantation
I give you the means to seek me out.
a golden gift to be discovered.
but you must care enough
to take it in. to make an offering in return.
it can take many forms
shapeshifting in dreams
it tells you what it means
but you have to want to understand.
otherwise,
this too is meaningless....