Ink on a page, words on a screen,
my thoughts expressed in prose:
just something I discovered I'm good at,
a nurtured talent I suppose...
chalk on paper, paint on canvas
graphite-formed images, flowing yet still:
this was present from the very beginning,
a passion I possess, and always will...
movement to music, synchronized motion,
open floor calling like a flower beckons a bee:
creative development in early child stages
helped to mold this desire in me...
notation on a page made alive with sound,
the melodic movement of harmony to ear:
an instrument loved and played quite late,
two others, not yet mastered, but almost there...
a world beneath the surface;
muffled sounds, air lost, vision vast and wide:
a breathtaking beauty that hijacked my heart
and saw my career path change with the tide...
an instant frozen on glossy paper,
a new perspective, creativity on the fly:
spurred from a desire to capture a moment,
or have someone else see through my eye...
my passions all seem to be geared toward art,
and I have a knack for things with my hands,
for beading, and sewing, and painting, and drawing,
for sorting, and molding, and playing with bands...
and yet in the sciences I seem to excel;
in logic puzzles and numbers an interest stands.
I'm a crazy mix of colour and reason,
like a canvas made of diverse strands.
