Small words, and then some... a tribute to not understanding

He writes for me

Using small words

Putting together short sentences

So full of meaning

That I don't always get.

So much room for interpretation

He lets me make what I want with these words

And that's all the magic there is.

Who cares what the others think

It's what I make of it that matters.

Never naming me either

But I know they're for me

Cos the bells are ringing, and ringing

And tolling

Just like in that song, that night, my tears...