see

its an empty room
filled with paint
canvas speckled modern
old style favourites
peering over the wall
a delight for the eye
stories untold in many dimensions
abstract thoughts
random tales

i see a man delight in the dance
lovers joined at the violin
windswept hair
defined lines blur from a distance
love caught on film
radiates like thunder wind through walls

he’s greedy and denies
his world the bliss

in my wall
love moves at your will
it dances and twirls
its angry and green

only i can see it