The melodic rhythm of a lullaby
and the lyrics of the song I sing
coincides with the keys I press
and the strums I made from the strings.
Strokes of paint in an empty space
Pigments I scattered in the hollow
I used all colors to draw the wind
And exact details are made thorough.
Phrases written from my imagination
Emotions are hidden in every word
Every metaphors I used as an expression,
Plainspoken, can hurt like a sword.
A SIMPLE MESSAGE TO OUR CREATOR:
Through music, I praise thee.
Through arts, I honor thee.
In every poem, I thank thee
For I exist ’cause YOU created me.
A/N: I got a lot of positive comments about my skills from friends and family. I went to church and realized one thing: It is HE who entrusted me those “gifts”. I should thank Him in every merit I received from those who appreciates. Do the same, guys:)