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| Sharman's Bride (by Josh Ziregbe) |
A mystery it is, telling exactly what another thinks
and feels
Indeed we only see faces, never hearts
Yet, we can tell
When we stop looking and start seeing
Because art is everywhere and so the artist’s heart
Just like the singer,
With every note, every tone
Every rhythm, every flow
A story is told.
With high pitches, low
Gliding us through life’s climaxes and deepest hells
Into the song, she keeps pouring and pouring
Pouring out her heart.
Just like the dancer,
“Who is looking”, she’s not bothered by
To every beat, she keeps tapping and tapping
“Where she is”, she’s lost consciousness of
All she needs is a stage to keep jaws dropping.
With every pace and every step, she transcends this reality
Still, she keeps pouring and pouring
Pouring out her heart.
Just like the painter,
Painting her masterpiece as she wish it be
The one she never auctions or exhibits,
And so only the few that understand her journey get to see.
With every stroke, every line; every shade, every
color
We travel that journey as she wish it be
Still onto her canvas, she keeps pouring and pouring,
Pouring out her heart.
Just like the writer,
Looking with her eyes, but seeing with her heart
She carves every experience into a story.
She always seeks to heal and help with her words,
Words bright and wise, words strong and true
Maybe with a mix of wit and a ladle of sarcasm.
On that blank sheet, she keeps pouring and pouring,
Pouring out her heart.
Yet, far more than a song, a word or a painting
People express themselves in other forms of ‘art’,
some we may not even know it to be.
But one thing remains, a story is always told:
Experiences, fears, thoughts, expectations, dreams
A story from their heart that is always best told with
their art.
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