Flowing

Putting pen to paper is like the rush of a river

Words crashing like a waterfall full of secrets, full of woes

Scribbling in script to escape to a simplicity

Carving out a couplet and creating a place just for me

Speaking is like fire out of the dragon's mouth

A heat that will not be contained and will melt the outside down

Each word a scale, sharp as it passes through my lips

And smoke that can be seen for miles, even by the furthest ships

Hearing is like a piano playing in the distance

Each key played another truth left to consider

A high note followed by a low, and all those in between

A parting line that can cause a smile or a solemn weep