Dear Amber,
You're that girl with the genuine face
standing outside the show tonight
your cheeks chilled by the bitter valley fog
of winter
your eyes crisp in the glow of a
dark December sky
You stopped me
to tell me
you like my art
in that go-out-of-your-way way
like a child, full of courage
"I really mean it..."
Oh, I thought, that's right
my art
I do have an art
it was like being caught playing clueless
by a familiar old messenger
an owl who'd been watching me pretend
not to love what I do
You're that voice inside my head that
never stops cheering
sustained by the joy it finds in
helping me remember
the gift I came here to live
You're that girl, you are
for me and for the art that lives inside
and I can't help but wonder
where to buy the soundtrack of
your soul
Love,
Jessica
