The poem of madness
I woke up to write
Your smile above the sadness
Just a bit too bright

The painting of flower beds
Getting smashed beneath a reckless shoe
That time you tore to shreds
Everything I thought I knew

The song of a trumpet choir
As if proclaiming a sin
Turns as softly as young fire
To a lullaby followed by a violin

I'm far from the smartest
Beneath your mysterious heart
I may be a natural artist
But you're the natural art