Our Escape

A simple note,

Played on worn piano keys

A paint brush, 

Painting wet soaked leaves

Note after note,

The music from your soul,

Music makes them whole

Paint and a brush,

The art of how they feel,

They portray something thats more than real

The writen word is my soul,

A pen to paper and I express how I feel, 

The written word is my escape,

My escape from Reality...