All it takes is the right piece of music
And the words, they come rushing out
Spilling roughly onto paper
In my head delivered as a shout
The beat gives me rhythm
The bass is the pounding pulse
Somehow the words emerge
From some deep subconscious impulse
To speak
To communicate
To tell the world
What I feel
To give you sight
Of my emotion
The urge to create
My words replicate
All it takes is a moment of derision
And floods of letters emerge
Presorted concepts, nouns and verbs
Their meaning once submerged
Deep within my being
Deep within my vibrant soul
Ideas forming and silently screaming
To resonate in birth, almost whole
To speak
To communicate
To tell the world
What I feel
To give you sight
Of my emotion
The urge to create
My words replicate
For in the beginning was the word
And these are words of power forming
Ideas in your head from mine
Images arising of a new creation dawning
Words seem so banale and limp
Yet their power flows and grows
Words are acts of divine creation
They are kernals of whatever grows
To speak
To communicate
To tell the world
What I feel
To give you sight
Of my emotion
The urge to create
My words replicate
