As I sit
I Listen...
I listen to a musical recital of a dear friend.
While listening,
I Realize...
I realize the talent that he possesses,
but also
I realize how different his mind is.
While realizing,
I Understand...
I understand that he can see beauty that others cannot
I understand that he sounds out the music that he lives his life to.
While understanding,
I Appreciate...
I appreciate his passion and creation
I appreciate that his world is far different than my own
But Worlds can be expressed by passions.
While appreciating,
I Smile...
I smile as I am invigorated by the world he expresses
I smile, captivated by the collision of his world and my own.
As I smile,
I WRITE....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Repetition rarely works, but in this poem it does. Well done Darren.