My barton of pen
creates inside grace
In staff of a creative melody.

I create,
as if orchestra leader.
Where words are instruments
played for a readers mind.

Ink becomes words
that are like spot lights
for verse of songs to be heard.

Vibrations move
across eyes with delicate tempo
and into heart
to aid one to float inside breath.

When poem concludes,
its an invitation
for others to gather.
Gather as language transcends
into the heart ears to digest
a song of love.