But What If I Was?

I’m not a painter

But if I was

I would paint masterpieces

And tell a story within each frame

I would create a piece of art

So beautiful you can’t tear your eyes off it

I’m not a dancer

But if I was

I would dance until my feet hurt

My body being the voice that I don’t have

I would twirl until the world was a blur

And so were people's fears

I’m not a musician

But if I was

I would pluck the strings and hit the keys

For as long as my fingers would let me

I would write and compose for ages

And make a sound

A song

For love

I’m not a singer

But if I was

I would sing the words of people

Who aren’t listened to

I would weave my thoughts together

To create something that dances in your head

And floats among the stars

I’m not a speaker

But if I was

I would speak with the power of the wind

And the delicacy of the little white flowers

I would tell a tale of loss and love

And tell the world to hear my voice

The thing is though

I’m not

And there is no

But if I was

I’m just not

But I like to read the story in the paintings

And lose my fears as a dancer twirls

I like to listen to the sound of love

And hear a voice that holds many others

I like to feel the words that hold such power

Rush through me in the shape of a story about love and loss