Spark

Singing songs

Raising hell

Beating drums 

Breaking shells

Lighting paths

Throwing stones

Touching hearts

Cradling bones

Teaching how 

To see a world

Unknown to me

What a girl

She is the spark

Igniting flame

In our souls

Sing her name

Gina!

The Muse smiles inside you.  She has graced you with talent and skill.  Time to stand up and show the rest of the world what those who love you and care about you already know: You Inspire. 

Mightily.

With adoration and respect on your Birthday.  And with love (for no other reason).

M

And a song that reminds me of you:

"The Art In Me"
Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"

Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"

 

                                         -Jars of Clay