Why I Write

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I love music

But can only sing flat.

And I can’t play musical instruments

With their baffling array of keys or strings.

So, I try to write music with words.

For I also love to write.

Distant misty hills beckon my soul

To fly amongst banks of swirling clouds

Then up into the stars.

The impossible mystery of infinity intrigues me:

Beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond…

Endless stories unfold before us

(Yes, you can come too!)

Eternity that has no horizon.

I love to love

My love,

For love makes the world go round

Or so I heard.

I love all plants and animals

And people too:

All that Mother Multiverse has spawned

And reared.

Love is all we need

They sang

And they were right.

So let’s get loved up

With lorra loving.

Feel that love.

For that’s why I write.

Paul Butters

© PB 3\2\2020.