Never, dear reader, underestimate your role Without your eyes my words would die still-born Without your ears my songs could never wake Your responses are precious beyond compare For each verse opens new vistas in which to play Spaces I would not have danced were I alone Without a reader there can be no poetry Without a conversation there can be no life How could you doubt that I feel a thrill When someone takes my meager words And builds on them their own gentle song What a quickening of the heart ensues Hushed down by fears of ego rising But quietly burning in its corner Imagining someone might respond To my words with something greater
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