I take my already old hands
Nails covered with paint of youth.
And I move them across the piano
With faith and belief
That music is the key to all emotions
Playing a waltz of happiness
Or in my case, nostalgia and grief
For I have maintained a depression.
I move my pencil in deeper curves
As I try to capture the picture in my mind
Of a girl with unseen face
Flowers in her hair
And a dress that is plain yet meaningful
Walking along a path unseen, moon as guide.
Drawing not my good point
Yet I can still see what I meant to say.
I close my eyes
For what seems like an eternity.
Trying to distinguish everything
Carefully analyzing the little things that
Surround my broken life.
I open my eyes that have seen all
And I write carefully
The words that describe life
In harmony with simplicity
And complexes of all souls in one
Poetry my friend.
I can write about it all
Making up for music
Or lack of artistic abilities.
Artist I feel like I am
Experiencing it all at once.
Taking in the moment recording it somehow.
Not wasting a single second on contemplating my motives.