You sang your song of my lack of content, was it out of context? It’s not that complex.
You may be a master of song, but I can be a master of words, and with that I will be more apt to sing along.
Putting it out there can defeat me, my purpose, my gain. But what gains from silence?
So I will write and write until my digits bleed and fuel your fire and hopefully my words will no longer succeed to the feeding of your heart upon your copper strings.