INSPIRATION

I sit still and wait.
I await that special hymn.
I touch my nose with my index finger,
As I let courage flow down my veins.

Come melody and harmony

Awaken my spirit, open my mind;
Fill me with gladness and give me the sign
Show me the words I couldn’t find.

And I’m ready to strike the pen

Slowly I feel it in my senses
Unexplainable as free-falling
And the engine shuffles my tenses

Come spontaneity and vocabulary

Not words of wisdom but thoughts of the soul;
Color them art with no anxiety,
Down to my last piece or to the tip of the goal.

Now my legs are numb.

I’ve been carried away so fast.
But I fight the urge to close my eyes,
For tonight I’m bound to have a blast.

At last, fallacy and reality

I shall go on ‘til I run out of ink;
There is beauty when you grasp the mood
Feel your heart float, feel your world sink.

So I sit still and wait.

I await you, my special friend.
I will sing to you what I write,
A love story that will never end.