Language is my orchestra sometimes a lullaby
Emotion is the music the poet’s heart lives by.
In the silence of my dream words go dancing through
An Image just too beautiful all logic out of view
An artist lives within me a way of beating all the odds
The sticker on the rose bush pricks discovery one again
All children start out poets I just cannot let that go
So stir the mischief in the fire and let enchantment glow