a composer

Something I didn’t call myself before.

It was talent unseen and word unknown.

Starting with a mental picture ending with a masterpiece.

Each piece taking its own toll before the vision is clear.

Never once is the first idea exactly like the last.

But the initial spark never fails to illuminate the light bulb.

The light bulb that evolves into the light.

The light that doesn’t show all the dark path, the failed attempts.

The same light that shines beauty on the words to highlight the silhouette.

The silhouette created by emotion and passion.

The persuasion fills the silhouette for the world to see.

And all together creating MY masterpiece.

Something I didn’t call myself before.

It was talent unseen and word unknown.

A composer.