i write an orchestra with words
syllables my chords
pictures framed with my sentences
views with my stanzas
maybe never a masterpiece
but everyone but a piece
of something grander
something so much larger
i note my breakthroughs
and pay my contributors their dues
every thought a memory
and a part of me
music to my ears
elixir to my tears
heartbreak and joy
girls who thought it nice to play coy
music that churned my thoughts
poets and despots
a picture behind my music
music im sorry, your emotion i used it
ill never be vangough
i will try though
beethoven can you hear me
i will write words, you will see