I am the artist’s brush;

I am the musician at play.

 

I am the dancer’s moves;

I am the sculptor’s blade.

 

Words are the blocks

of this grand cathedral

of rhythm and shape,

held together with meanings

that come from outside in,

and inside out.

 

Sing with me,

bleed with me;

love with me,

hate with me.

 

I am present;

I am absent.

 

I will take you to death;

I will bring you to life.

 

I am here in these words,

in these sounds of synchrony.

 

Listen if you want;

write if you must.

Read if you will,

for I shan’t ever go away.

 

2/9/2020