Between two covers

bleed songs of catharsis

a soul, in words, revealed.

Words like photos

of the pen's dance on paper

a poet's written ballet.

Ink sprawled across pages

as paint on a canvas

to place a heart on display.

Phrases are my

heart's aching melody

singing only to me.

Phrases are my

heart's beautiful melody

singing joy to me.

Poetry cherished

as a hidden symphony, kept

between two covers.