musical poetry

i spent a good portion of this evening listening to music. i bought a couple of cd's over the summer that i never really listened to and now i'm addicted to them. Tonight it was Martin Sexton, his album entitled Black Sheep. SOOO good. It's a bluegrass/blues/folk mix and powerful. I'm jealous of those who can write music and make it work. I've always been a musician but performance only. i can't create it, write it, envision it, or kick start its soul. i think that's where the true talent lies. ah well, i was destined to be ordinary i suppose. can i be satisfied with that?