The Symphony of Self

I've never known a thought that stayed unseen,
A language waits, a canvas, where the truth can glean.
With words I paint, with phrases I define,
The essence of my being, a tapestry of mind.
More distinct, more clear, the vision takes its flight,
From hazy dream to tangible, bathed in purest light.

The tangled threads of reason, emotions intertwined,
A complex dance of logic, with feelings undefined.
But through the pen, the keyboard, piano' melody or the spoken sound,
The intricate design, with clarity is found.

Some whisper secrets, held within the soul,
Fearful of the darkness, losing control.
But I embrace the power, the freedom to express,
To share the inner world, to conquer and impress.

So let the words and music flow freely, like a river to the sea,
A testament to thought, for all the world to see.
For in the realm of music and of language, my spirit finds its way,
A symphony of senses, shining bright as day.