Me

Me. one word

insane to believe

talks in monotone

uses clever words

over an invisible phone.

Me. in a storm

holding hands with nature

takes me underground

until the storm has passed

and with witty eyes

blinks, understands

Me.

Late night playing

4 or 6 strings

Me. creating, teaching without words

heard in harmony.

Insane thoughts drift

like clouds destine to break

Me. but always shows how

to exit doors locked outside.

Holding a mirror for

Me. the imagined one

soothes my tired soul

plays a melody heard by only

Me. between painful tears.