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.
This fiction was written for Picture it & Write.
Till we meet again.
Good Day.
Mind of Shoo