Dim lights, pencil and a paper
And the music which completes me.
Calling unto words of amber,
Aching for a touch of sacred,
Painting feelings—notes and poems
Of another world—forever.
All I am, two joys colliding:
Love for poetry and music.
Painting tremor, vibrant spirit,
Oasis is the written canvas;
Echoing through my whole being,
Tender notes are born, igniting
Yes, I yearn for words and music.
I went back to the beginning,
I have found myself again.