Inspiration

 

White beautiful words

on white patient paper

that is waiting for color

it’s getting later and later

 

A feeling that’s unshaped

Phrases wobble out

written in order to delete

I shout out loud

 

Where did you go?

I can’t see you

Where did you go?

I can’t feel you

 

my inspiration

oh my inspiration

 

The muse I miss

The spirit I need

You, my inspiration

 

The color I can’t choose

The brush I can’t lead

is laying senseless in front of me

Where’s the sprouting seed

 

Where did you go?

I can’t see you

Where did you go?

I can’t feel you

 

But when I can see you

But when I can feel you

Every single note is flowing

Every phrase is growing

The melody sounds as lovely as you are

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