My Voice

hand at a computer

I have a voice.  

A voice not mouthed.

One expressed along an artistic highway

from my brain through my fingertips.

Exiting onto paper, instruments or canvas.

For everyone to hear 

My voice is loud and soft.

My voice is dark and colorful.

My voice is high and low.

Often left to ones interpretation

and with hopes of stirring emotions.

Yet, it is my voice.

Expressed through my brain.

Yet from my heart.

Listen.

For it sings and speaks

in music, words and color.

My voice I give to you.

From my fingertips

to your heart.

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This fiction was written for Picture it & Write.

Till we meet again.

Good Day.

Mind of Shoo

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5 thoughts on “My Voice

  1. 🙂 …until someone pries my cold dead fingers from the keyboard, I like to say. btw… WordPress is losing all my notifications, so I have no idea what you replied or on what.

  2. Those last three lines are perfection. So sweet. It’s true that text can be interpreted so differently by one person and by different people. That’s sometimes why much communication can take place (i.e. when we misread sarcasm). Great post! Thanks for contributing.

    – Ermisenda

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