Words-
A beautiful symphony.
I see you write,
You're running out of the air to breathe.
If heaven could ,
That's how it would speak.
Watch how your pen twirls in your will.
I sit and gaze,
A mesmerizing sight.
Cosmos may collide,
But you would still write.
I look at my hands,
Could they ever write like that?
Blunt nib; broken stand.
Holding onto a crumpled piece ,
Between a finger gap,
Is where you and me stand.
I look at you,
And my gut gets thronged,
Words that could never reach my throat.
Words-
A beautiful symphony they are.
The artist and impression.
Colliding with a bang.