Writing Soliloquies about children and night
Finding truth in life and bearing it whole
Holding candles to the world that we might see
Freeing this form from it's entrapment
Telling the simplest of tales with the most complex sights
Playing the notes that mean everything
Cords that are tapestries of sound
Beseeching the sun to stay a bit longer
That nothing may go unfinished
Shedding light into our souls
And burning all our lives until we've had our say
Dancing our heat until we fall true
Beating and pulsing with endless revel
Reading our lines as just players
Becoming that which we will never be
Taking these words colors, movements, and notes from our mind we spew them
forth
As our dreams, our passion, our emotion
Ourselves
Being but a single piece of all that exists
It is us, all one by one
That must together create
With minds doing more than keeping us fed
We build, we tear down
We evoke the living images that give meaning
We are the artists, the children, the gifted
It is our job to scream out one by one and all at once, again and again
That we are here
