moments of knives pushing against my skin
eyes clouded in tears stream like waterfalls
when I let the reality sink in
caught up in the words of an artist’s calls
my sofa is a platform for my art
sunshine streaming across autumn shadows
threading brightness and warmth into my heart
a stronger fighting voice in blue bedclothes
perhaps, music is what feelings sound like
connected by the same strings and stories
some days blades and waterfalls need the mic
others echo softer, braver stories
pieces of steel fade with every season
in stillness, I hear you without reason
Charlie Ann Alford 