I Carry Your Heart With Me (E.E. Cummings)

So as I sat here this morning (in my underwear) with my coffee, noodling on my acoustic guitar. I thought about this poem by E.E. Cummings. I wanted to do something with it, so I grabbed my acoustic, hit record on the iphone and went for it. I left mistakes, hesitations and all because I felt that the rawness of it would honor the rawness of the words. I hope I did it justice.