The music in his soul is sweet and clear.

It fairly tingles with the raw feeling

Of one whose struggles bubble very near

A tough but porous surface. Words reeling

Out in strains of real, personal anguish

To tell truths to those who hear, and admire

The courage to tell his stories. A wish

From a poet: would that he’d find the fire

Inside to assemble thoughts to convey

A similar sense of turmoil inside.

What these two share oft sees the light of day,

But music strikes the souls of those who’ve cried

The same tears, felt the same pain. The siren’s lure

Is palpable, the singer’s heart is pure.