A poem...

I hear

Many songs

rushing flowing ebbing

intricate layers

untold loss heartache woe

inexplicable joy

the sun greets me

and the wind asks to dance

the tulips are still sleeping but growing closer to waking

the ocean, hundreds of miles away,

roars in my ears, and I can almost taste it

eyes

bright cheerful alive

red itchy tired broken

crying sleeping

a bloody nose

winking down from a velvet blue sky

the moon reminds me of Big Band music

I waltz alone

for the poor are too tired

the broken too busy

picking up the pieces of their lives

and i am an actor

open

letting the emotions flow freely within

and i am a dancer

tiptoeing

a dance upon eggshells

and i am a singer

crying

my blues into a deaf audience

and i am a painter

fresh

depicting what I know, what I wish

and i am a child

bold

awed by the freshness and ingenuity of life

and i am an old woman

wise

missing the past, scared of change, loss

and i am a poet

alive

capturing images and feeding them to my heart

and i am you

and we are an audience

demanding others to act

but we are the actors

stuck

the dancers, hiding

the singer, mute

the painter, forgotten

the young, afraid

the old, silent

the poet, lost

waiting for opportunity to come find us

yet missing him when he arrives in an unexpected hat

and the tulips sleep

and the songs soar

and my heart beats

and i am alive

i am an actor

and i waltz alone

come, dance with me, with the wind