My Art

Music is not my passion, But I have other songs to share. I can’t use oils and canvas, But with my pen I have a flair. The stanzas are my choruses. Through my poems my soul doth soar. My baton the metered beat; The design shows forth the score. The words are my artist pallet. The lines are painted hues sublime. Lovely colors do I paint. My stroke is seen in the rhyme. O listen to my music Hear the pretty songs I sing. Play again the lovely stanzas And the ballads that I bring. See the delicate brush strokes And the paintings that I share. See the delicate scenescapes And the mem’ries pictured there.