Primal

My love is primary,

My music too,

So are my children,

Who I am,

And what I do

These things are primal

They're not some time-al

Equally Necessary 

None of them Ancillary

Integral parts of whole

Some days it may not 

seem that way 

When near, I seem so far

When words consume

I leave the room or 

disappear into my guitar

Like head or heart,

The breath of life

May not be at the fore

But Which of these 

could we do without

Essential to our core