Palm Open

What do I have to offer, really?

My hands -

they hold nothing.

Palm open

empty

an invisible flame

burning within.

This is all I have to give:

feelings that have emerged

from what I’ve touched,

from what I’ve experienced,

from where I've been. 

Intangible -

nothing to show,

but words to write and

images to express 

life moments.

This is the beginning –

with no gift to bring,

 I’ll play my heart’s drum,

beat by beat

pulsating through fingers

typing on keys.