“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the music the words make.”
― Truman Capote

Blank wall

music

Filled with notes

Visions in her mind

Stroke after stroke

If you listen closely

To the words she wrote

You will soon began to understand the song in her heart

Sometimes the words were full of:

Passion

Anger

Hope

Trust

Hate

Love

Day by day the words change because the song was never the same

Today she found solace in knowing why it became her song

Angela

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