Inspiration.

I surround myself
with inspiration every day.
Words running into each other,
Words that slip from the tongue
and make beautiful sounds.
With art, that echoes music and sorrow;
that twists to form unheard of things.
I'm telling you now
that it does nothing, to make me
form what I want you to hear.
You run into me,
you slip from my tongue,
you make beautiful sounds.
you echo with music and sorrow;
you twist, in my twisted eyes,
and form unheard of things.
I try to surround myself
with you every day.