notes build like bricks
to create structures to be filled
with souls who find home there
words mix like swirling colors in paint cans
making drab and old weathered browns
new blush reds
and starry-eyed blues
we live inside art because we need to know
our slight hope of excruciating beauty
really means something
that this doesn’t have to fade with childhood
this belief fireflies glow because they need to
light up the black
that willow trees push their way through thick layers
because they have to see the sun
and we’ll know the best thing to fill time and rooms with
is hysterical laughter
and songs that walk through walls
we live inside creativity because
if we don’t see newness
in each morning
we call cave into death
we know if we begin to think it’s all been done before
we may as well cripple our legs our gouge out our eyes
so we swing wide the front door
ignoring locks and alarms systems
we let our hearts become a canvas
and our minds a sketch pad
we allow words written across our limbs
and then we know
we live inside beauty because
we need to know beauty lives inside us