Where the Art Comes From

I’ve always had an inkling for ideas deep inside

For funny little thoughts and things

I always felt that I should hide

 

But somehow when you’re near me, encouraging and fun

Somehow when I hear you call out “you can do it!”

I feel as if I’ve stepped into the sun

 

And like the clock that comes alive with music when it rings

You open up a special door I’ve rarely dared to peek

Something’s opening inside; for you my soul just sings!

 

Like the thunder beating out from a giant drum

I realize that just what you are, my dear

Is that place where all the Art comes from!

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