#WritcoPoemPrompt121

Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float,
But the letters sometimes misbehave.

In inked lines, your thoughts unwind,
A symphony of emotions, beautifully penned,
Each stroke, a glimpse of your heart entwined,
In the cadence of verses that never end.

I trace the curves of your chosen words,
In the dim light of a moonlit night,
They speak of tales that haven't been heard,
Unveiling secrets within their silent flight.

From the depths of your soul, they arise,
Whispering softly, a sweet serenade,
Capturing moments, painting vibrant skies,
In the realms of imagination, they cascade.

Sometimes they dance with...