Letters drip from the tip of my pen
a cascading world of symbols
pressing together to make a piece of art.
Artists create beauty with their brushes,
I with my pen
and a piece of fresh paper.
Words circle around
whistling through my brain
the speed of them is so intense that I forget most of them.
Dancing along are the letter
of things of which only I can see.
My world is full of letters that dance carelessly
as if a breeze raced along my mind
falling as if they were leaves in autumn.
This dance is one of the writer
it is one I will always remember
one that rules my life forever more.
The one who dances with letters….