“Paint me a picture” he said
“But, I have no canvas, I have no brush and the closest I have ever gotten to painting a picture was with finger-paints when I was eight.”
“Then paint with your words, tell me a story. And not something ridiculous like flying broomsticks or glittering vampires but something real. Something deep. Paint the song of your soul that I can’t help but sing along to.”
… and this was how it all started.