Inside this beautiful covering I am trapped
The only place to show my true beauty is through words
It’s the only opening through which I can escape
Though my mind does enjoy getting in the way
These passionate feelings have their own power
they envelop me
Not allowing me to express my important opinion,
my heart controls them
they change my judgment when I do not put them in shackles
my mind is like a busy child
trying to deal with the most important things,
not solving anything
running away or hiding when it gets tired
leaving me to start over

In my silent canvas I paint expectations of perfection and beauty. Each note is like a crystal of rain. Its own size, its own shape, its own speed, its own shade. Each tiny diamond helps drench my soul filling me with emotions otherwise lost. Completing me and keeping me from wilting into a dry broken mess.
As my lips touch the soft reed, crystalline water flows from the bell. It creates a perfectly symmetrical circle of sound and in an instant evaporates into the air around me. It leaves me the homely vibrations until they soak into my silent canvas.

Rolling them around on my tongue,
Holding them slightly still with my teeth,
Letting them dissolve into thin air,
The pop rocks burst into one million pieces;
Like a balloon on the tip of a pin,
Filled to the peak with cool air,
Leaving me with one moment of untainted delight.

Each smile is filled with a bright ray of sunshine as we make lemonade on our corner with fresh happy lemons. In our sunny dresses and sweet blond curls we twirl about for each customer; hoping, hoping, hoping for more

The lone mountain towers above the sea as it glistens with the mango sky above
The lone mountain towers above the wispy mists covering the foot-hills all around
The lone mountain towers above the shady foliage of the forest below
The lone mountain towers above the thundering clouds as they silently crash into its peak
Yet here I am feeble and petite, towering over the lone mountain

The roadways are crowded
The streets all a gleam
The cars with their musical horns
They play me a symphony loud and clear
As I twirl at your fingertips I linger
Then into your strong arms I plunge

Less than a mile away you sleep peacefully
Yet here I sit, yearning for just a glance
I crave that sweet glitter of your eyes
The splendor of your smile and your laugh
Will I get to see you?