there's a dimly lit room and hushed speaking
floorboards creaking
vapid stares of dreamers who are dreaming
ideas seeming
to be painted on to canvases unending
future pending
while my dreams only fit inside my pocket
and I lock it.

close your mouth, and don't put up a fight
do not speak if only just to spite
the humble mind's the one that gets you far
so there'll be no moving, talking as you are
don't yell out to draw attention to yourself
true talent will not need you to tell
be patient, friend, success is waited out
with all your antics, we watch through furrowed brows

hold my hand, and we'll make the leap together
arms out wide, and we'll sail through stormy weather
minds are open, and we'll leave our blue world spinning
hearts are open, and the sky's just the beginning

the indent grows bigger
my bones start to creak
I’ll take a break for all of this to mend
ideas keep on flowing
it’s an effort for me
to close the book and just put down the pen

hold the applause.
let us believe ourselves, first.
we knew all along
that we were not the worst.
but better than they?
we could not have thought.
now all of our doubts
we have forgot.
savour it.
the moment.
savour.

heavy eyelids and fading lights
lead the path into the night
limbs are curling and head lies down
now you’re dreaming, can’t turn round
but morning comes - sun shines though cracks
eyes have opened, can’t go back
you hate to leave the land you yearn
now awake, wait to return

A strum. A hum.
That’s all it takes.
To make the heart start beating.  
A note. A hope.
The mind’s embrace.
Of moments oh so fleeting.
A star. A jar.
Of rusted pennies:
Change to change the sound.
A smile. Sundial.
The music makes
The lost become the found.