I am they,
The colour of she,
The tones of he,
That sweetness is me,
I am something to be,
Behold and beheld,
Both here and foretold,
Through lyrical folds,
Breaking the now and the olds,
I am drawn,
I am fresh,
I am dream,
I am flesh,
I am specifically special,
I am winning this test,
I will make for the best,
Scrawling, sketching,
Writ etchings,
Harmonies of light,
Mixed with rhapsodies in the dark,
I’m an upstart spark,
Ready to bleed my heart,
With many secret arts,
The most humble of names,
I give myself love,

There is no cross I bear,
It is blissful expression, my near and dear,
A will of my own, strength deep in my bones,
I make movement,
Am reaching outwards in all directions,
True left to true right,
I have faith in myself,
And I free myself,
From you,

I sometimes words,
I sometimes grammar,
Sometimes staccato,
Jazz hands,
Industrial stammer,
Pizzicato knuckles,
Slurred chuckle,

I am abbandono,
I am lilt,
I am full lyrical tilt,
Allegrezza grin,
Melancholy parting shot,
Joining the dots,
In legato hopscotch,

Agitato, a capriccio,
Bent and bowed, crushed crescendo,
Breathe, take a rest,
Find your tempo,
Hold your tone,
Dolcissimo, dissonant,
Delicato but known,

Chimera for the camera,
Reel reality,
Sometimes superposition,
Somewhat supposedly, spooky action at a distance,
Freaky absent up close,
All credibility in the bookcase,
Maze of mise en scène,
Seemingly missing the in-between,
Things.

A new magic,
Colours drawn,
A dawning warmth,
Born of sullen fun,

A place in your heart,
Her best smiling sun,
Measured with sweetness,
Beginnings begun,