Forgive me all, I do not write replies,

I visit every page beneath the skies.

But now I answer not with words or chat —

I answer in a poem. See? I’m not flat.

I feel you with my soul, I truly do,

Your songs I know — each line, each note, each "you".

Especially the ones that warmed my core —

Thank you, my friends… and stars, be still once more.

For you, in silent hours, I write and sing,

I like, I heart, I give what joy can bring.

I can’t reply — sometimes the words won’t come —

But poems? I will write them. That’s my drum.

No flattery, no lies — they’re not for me,

I’d rather sit with my old poetry.

Yet deep within, I thank you, every one —

And hope, in truth… I gift you good… well done.