The Composor's Tool

 

Takes these hands

Produce your story

Create your art

Weave your tales of unheard words

Take this mind

Whisper phantom language

To eyes you’ve never seen

Nothing now but the conductor

The tool to tell your tale

That sings your bird song in paint and smoke

Take these hands

Control each key

We’ll give them over

To grant your amnesty

Of foolish sins that will lead to a less that desirable ending

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:55AM Wen 05/21/08 �Gravity of Love� Enigma thinking I�m meant to write for someone else, lonely a bit, cant speak, hurting heart, weak person that I am (Typed, Prides)