Out of the head come fiction fey and truth,
imagining and fact meandering,
unruly and unbounded, not uncouth,
unsettling with no hint of slandering.

Out of the hand come mystery and myth,
expected unexpected questionings,
unending possibles for playing with,
artistic images of blessed things.

Out of the heart come strumming skilled and song,
awakening pasts dim and futures bright,
sad sorrows soothing, caring all belong,
respect for person carried to great height.

The gentle critic knows best way to start:

I think a better word is in your heart.