Poems by Jay A.
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Painting Music
(to Noah, though he only exists in a story)
Through the love of my mother's I grew my own Love, Obsession, of music. A semi-fictional teen Who hides from this world Behind gum-wrapped curtains Under color-filled ceilings Behind paint Paint and music. He shoots towards the notes "Fly me to the moon!" Wishes upon a star Who hides shyly somewhere over the rainbow Somewhere with jazz. Somewhere with vivid blue and dry yellow Nature green and deep red Somewhere where every note is a different color Shape and size How every song is oh so colorful What with purple stripes, blue swirls filled with fuscia polka dots HE He inspires me To paint my own sound Into my soul's masterpiece.
by Jay A.
© 2006
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