I’m a dreamer
Dancer in fantasy
I’m a beliener
In unconsious winders

I’m an artist
Designer and Creator
I’m a writer
Author of drans

I’m a poet
If pens I sing
And melodies
That love to take wing.

But where is the proof
Of dreams with wings ?
What evidence is there
Of notes that die?

The souls they touch
The lives they change
The ears who delight
In heating stories.