Listen to sounds come alive
By the magic stroke of the brush,
Rhyming words come alive,
With soft colours to the touch
This is my poetry on canvas.

Colours that glows, fade away
And darkens,
Words that inspire, deepening the
Soul and hardens;
With the magic stroke of the brush
With soft colours to the touch
This is my poetry on canvas.

Silence is all the beginning,
Silence is the awe that captivates
The spectators as they listen to
Sounds making sense; as they
See colours mingle together in
Wondrous brights of essence.
This is my poetry on canvas.

Sounds come alive
With the stroke of the brush
My words come alive with
Your soft colours to the touch
This is…my poetry on canvas.

**Reina J. Morris