And the pianist-composer smiles at the artist who says, “thank you for your music,” and begins singing and breathing his art.
They told me I need chocolates for Valentine’s
Not that I need the lovelife
I need sugar
I was sick. I couldn’t get up. I heard my guitar called me. I got up.
They choose to breathe life into the open mike. People hear more than echoes.
I had saved millions
But no, never call me hero
Because it was thoughts I saved
I had let them be miserably safe in the castle
When they should’ve been battle-scarred
In this war ground of words
Fighting for their death
So they could be buried deeply
Into their reader
I’d rather have the telescope than the moon and the stars.
I imagined it as prison.
But don’t worry I had already reprimanded myself for it.