Self Portrait

Formed of music

Yet free of song

Still I sing

Both loud and long

 

Eyes that speak

With well formed words

Seen as much as

Felt and heard

 

A well of want

A need for passion

Or at best

A fun distraction

 

A billion thoughts

Inside this mind

Except that one

I strive to find

 

Closed up tight

Like iron shutters

But know, inside

This heart still flutters