The microphone sits

Tucked in the studio

Ready to tell the stories

Of love and loss

The honest of the moment

Can be unraveled in front of the ear

Of the world

What webs weave leave that to you

And the musician who has crafted

The art of the time with the instrument

And the song at hand

To play just a moment

Can be a great honor

To be in front of the microphone

In the studio

Alone