Letter to Phil, what a thrill!

I sat in silence
    (in the evening, so strange!)
Drowning in violence
    (shown on TV and on the Internet)
Thinking of violins
    (which I cannot play)
And electric guitars.
    (yeah, and these ones too, what a pity!)

I tried to draw Syd
    (and send him to you)
But it was only my greed.
    (and a grain of sanity,
     I just recall you're an artist)
He's of another mankind, another breed,
    (sometimes it seems to me
     he's not a human)
So, the result was quite rubbish.
    (surprised? I'm not. At all)

I don't know what for I am writing this,
    (maybe, you do?)
Maybe, these lines are a slight touch of bliss,
    (everything's possible, right?)
Maybe, my Muse gave me her sweet kiss,
    (why not, actually?)
Or I'm just bored.
    (far more real than the other versions)

Don't take all of my writings too serious,
You know, creation process is mysterious,
It's such a good experience,
But the quality of my rhymes still makes me sad.

14 XII 2015