A Poet’s heart
Silent and empty at times
Then someone pours a part of themselves
Into the empty place

Filling part of the void
Awakening a voice
Creating a verse of a song
Ringing with laughter and hope

Then a piece of someone else Is shared
A different and unique aspect
Not found in the original self
Bringing new harmony to the song

A Poets heart
Once quiet and unfeeling
Awakening to a symphony yet unwritten
Discovering woodwinds and strings

Experiencing the percussion of the instruments
Words begin to live once again
And paper becomes canvas
As the Poet takes up the pen

By Diana