To watch another craft with words
About things you don’t know
To watch their pen dance across their
page
With no idea where it will go
To watch another paint a scene
Upon a canvas white
I remember the gradual image that came
forth
As the colors used came to light
To watch another compose a score
With naught but the sounds they can hear
Writing note after note upon the staff
A melody shall appear
To watch another use their thoughts
Make something new from their mind
Is a matter of simply accepting what we
can all do
What inner potential we can find
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