The Starting End

Can these words in my mind compare

To experimental colors
that a painter dribbles
on to his wide pallet

Can these words in my mind compare

To the sound
of a Pianists first notes
stroked on soft ivory keys

Soon the painting breathes life
Ivory flows like a river
And for me my words
have come together

Can my poems been seen with love and hope

As the painting of Mother
embraced with Child

Can my poems be heard as sorrow and pain

As Ivory with Tenor
commanding their stage

Can you see my rainbow on my page of white

Can you now feel these words that came from my mind

My sheet is my canvas
Where my heart is at home
My hands  the orchestra
play symphonies of my soul