Notes
bouncing
off empty
walls of plaster,
while ears pick out the sounds.
Artists playing extensions of self,
as their souls envelope our mind’s senses.
How is it they can pour out emotion so pure,
while most of us have trouble verbally.
Speaking our inner feelings out
for someone else to hear,
is hard for some.
Mostly
men.
so true Phil, most men are not sensitive...that's the difference....I think....nice poem.....