Words and more.
Play the music.
Watch the screen light up with words.
Where moving fingers create the magic world.
And imagined actors start their day.
Another chord. Another synth.
As passion flies by with blowing hair.
Or a glance makes feelings last forever,
In the gathering storm of words.
This is it.
This is what I do.
To move a place, a voice.
Define a street, or face.
A flash of memory.
That blinds the screen with color and with life.
Its vision in seconds passes quickly
Into words or is forever forgotten.
Type faster and hope the words will come.
To spin the tale.
To add a number to the bottom of the page.
And move the made up world to true.
Denis Hearn 2017