Write, pause.

Erase, ponder, rewrite.

I listen to that song in my head.

Imagining the loud bass bumpin' in my car,

with the windows rolled down.

I blast those notes.

Those black notes on a page.

 

Black notes with rythm and blues and soul.

my favorite.

They speak my kind of language,

with those oh-so difficult riffs and runs.

Their flags wave high with difficulty, but give me chills.

I listen with ease to those black notes.

Blacks notes written on a page.

 

Whitney, Erykah, Lauryn,

Stevie, Michael.

I can sit here and name them all.

All who've painted plenty,

their elaborate style.

Make me sit in a daze, in awe.

What a true work of art, a passion.

Those black notes on a page.

 

A pick-me-up indeed,

my inspiration.

An international language.

Multiple forms, shapes, colors,

Use your five senses and see

the miraculaous work of YOUR notes.

YOUR black notes on a page.