A letter to Writing

Writing,

How I see it at least,

Is like playing the piano but with words,

Especially with a typer,

It’s quite awesome,

Because it feels as if you are composing,

Some type of,

Musical piece,

The Alphabet,

Coming together,

Are like musical notes,

They are paired,

To create,

Something bigger,

Something mischievous,

Something angelic,

Something feverish,

Adjectives,

Pronouns,

Punctuations,

In school,

They we’re all so,

Annoying,

Rather dull,

With no flexibility,

But I guess ultimately,

This gave us,

Me,

A good foundation,

For writing as I do now,

But I feel,

That the words,

Must come from,

Deeper than this foundation,

The emotion,

Is not the logic,

Which defines the feeling,

But it is the emotion which defies,

And ever transcends the definition.

Let them sprout,

It may take time,

But watch closely,

How they enchant your core,

Oh my,

It’s gorgeous,

Just how they appear,

Like musical notes,

Emanating from the heart of a pianist,

There is a synergy,

A coming together to create something,

Magical,

Orchestral,

Even ancestral,

For you call upon,

The wisdom,

Of your vestiges,

That continue,

Within you,

All of history,

Is accessible,

With art,

And creative expression,

It is there to be explored.