Tall or is it small?
The quite whispers of the trees
They all talk in circles
Going around my head
The trees spin
And I sit
Within it's quiet company
Sleeping against the ground
Stroking the pain of my heart
I feed it my tears
It takes all my strength not to break
Holding on to my love
Holding on to the trees
On to the roar of the water
To the melting snow
To the reawakening birds
And the beautiful song of the wind brushing against the leaves
Holding on to the warmth that the sun pours
Loving us all
I walk ahead
Just to listen
And there as the birds all watch down
I want to live instead

Bring to me the sweet sound and echoes of the piano
Which ring about the stands
Quietly they await the song
I start out slowly, a bit shaky at first
And I grow with power I grow with strength
With the sweet adrenaline running through my veins and my heart thump thump thumps
The beautiful sounds ringing threw unexpecting lips
And when I sing out the last word
They crowd erupts in a glorious applause

Poets sleep
beneath inked stained sheets
dreaming
of colourful images


in

black and white