ear and eye

paint boxes, pails, buckets and jars
can’t contain my creative outlets
mesh in the mud which I’ve moulded
dig in the dirt which I’ve uncovered

one can’t put to paper the intestinal tugging
one gets from that beauty
one can’t put to music that iris awakening
one gets from that beauty

scores, clefs, metronomes and ink
can’t contain my melodic moments
meld in the music which I’ve mothered
dance in the dream which I’ve unleashed.