Unison

Every other artist will work
Until they master a craft
And show their skill with flair

But the poet will just make
humble cheap base words
dance into thin air

He will not take the easy route
Of tickling your senses with
sound, color, shape or scent

His mind instead
Will quietly whisper into yours
It’s you that will make sense
And find the rhythm of the dance
Among the words so softly made
Of tiny doodles that translate
All he sees and all you hear
Until these minds
Kept apart but strung together
By nothing more and nothing less
Than the fabric of thin air
Hum and dream in secret unison