I may be quiet,
You might say shy,
But inside my head
I am composing.
A novel,
A story,
A song.
Word by word,
Chapter by chapter,
Note by note.
A never ending,
Never ceasing,
Never stopping
Whirlwind of words,
And passions,
And feelings
For which words haven't
Been invented.
The excitement of fiction
Is the best feeling.
The love and loss,
The rules to live by,
The flame that will
Never go out
And never dim.
Living a thousand lives
And aging one billion years
Yet, not moving one inch.
Learning of love,
And cherishing it.
Learning of injustice,
And preaching against it.
Learning of adventure,
And seeking it.
My seeking,
My living,
My knowledge,
My adventure,
Will continue
Until the last page,
The last word,
The last note.
No, my song will continue
And it will be beautiful.
