In the quiet of your mind,  
Fragments twist, collide, and bind
A world where chaos finds its song,  
A pulse beneath the shifting throng.  

Lines bend, then break and rise,  
Seeking connection through tangled skies,  
Red and black, dark and bright,  
Balance hidden in the fight.  

You draw the storm, then trace the calm,  
In every mark, a healing balm,  
Through splintered paths, you find your way,  
The pieces speak what words can't say.  

And in your heart, there lives a beat,  
A dance between the dark and sweet
A canvas wide, a soul that yearns,  
In brokenness, your spirit learns.