i’m not a singer
not a countertenor or soprano
i’m none of them
but a blue piano with an expert in only a blue harpsichordist always plays in my brain
smiling with a lady in indigo silk always singing George Harrison and Del Rey
they don’t know what their doing
yet it sounds pretty and free
it never mattered to me
how good i was at the things i loved
passion always shines through
all that mattered was that i loved the things i would do