My written voice

A mere thought in my head

A whisper in my ears

Glimpses of a vision

Rising in my eyes

Would vanish in a poof

Turn still in a trice

Fade into mirage

Were it not for...

...the twist of my head

The prancing of my fingers

And hidden worlds within

Rush to outer abode.

Lighter turns the head

The tingling leaves my ears

My eyes now unclouded

As the oasis is now

Set in plain sight

Spring in my step

Song on my lips

For...

...the germ of an idea

Has found its written voice