In Memoriam

Words on a page: deceptively simple. Some ink, scratches, lines and dots; but small and still, they whisper and ripple of life, beauty, feelings and thoughts. It's a magic, really: a curious kind, wonders built from within the mind that swim, bubble, run and fly and you barely even have to try Ink, scratches, lines and dots guided by hand and purpose to tell of the mysteries of a soul. If there's magic in thoughts, is it any wonder that to write, we first must spell? And to keep them safe, treasured for time, needn't cost more than a dime. Paper and pen, or keys in a row your musings preserved, for the future to know.