There’s this song that’s running though my head,

It started as a familiar tune as I brushed my teeth,

The notes went on as I crawled into bed,

Such a simple and beautiful piece, like a Christmas wreath,

I tossed ans turned, trying to sleep,

Yet those notes just kept going,

I realized then this tune was something deep,

The fragments were coming together, they kept on flowing,

Then it hit me, then I knew,

I got out of bed as soon as I understood,

This writer knew then exactly what he had to do,

To get notes and words to this song as fast as I could,

It was magic, how it all came together,

This poem, this song was for someone but who?

I’ve never had this happen any better,

This poem, this song I wrote thinking of you.