Tears Beneath The Canvas

Blank screen staring back

Cursor blinking in the pitch black

Every stroke turns grey

Layers locked,

deadlines bleed into dawn Can't recall

where the color has gone Falling inward past the canvas edge Standing

on a crumbling slate ledge

Looking down at corridors of glass Where all my forgotten memories pass

Expectations stacking higher than the sky

Every critic voice asking how and why

One single drop falls onto the stone A glowing tear,

shining all

alone

Gather up the tears through the labyrinth floor

Searching for the key to an unlocked door

Wash the static away,

let the colors run free

Patching up the pieces of what used to be me (oh-oh-oh)

Finding a way back home

Stepping through an orchard made of wire

Burning out the embers of desire

Here’s the first review that made me

cry

Here’s the sunset sketch I let go dry Crouching down to pick

another jewel Learning gentleness is not being cruel

Work until your hands turn numb

Is this really what you have become?

No more cages made of praise and fright

I'm gathering the tears to make the light

(breathe in...

let go)

Gather up the tears through the labyrinth floor

Stepping out of shadow through the open door!

Wash the static away,

let the colors run free

Patching up the pieces of what used to be me (all the

way home!) I'm finally coming home

Save the project, close the screen The purest hues I've ever seen

I am whole again (hummmm)