A Creative Dance

Letters tumble from the sky

Letters creep onto the page

Crawling from hidden places.

Letters meaningless letters.

They dance to music

The music in my ears

The music in my mind

The music in my soul.

The dance becomes wilder

The letters bump and grind

Meeting and bouncing off each other.

I stare and I puzzle.

I see patterns emerging

The patterns become words

The words become stories

My mind sighs and comes to rest.