If I could orchestrate
I would demonstrate your impact
through the thundering drums
and direct a chorus of strings
to introduce you to the things
There would be a sound
of trumpets pulsating,
from the pit to the peak.
As long as there’s a chance you’ll see,
I’ll orchestrate a symphony.
If I knew how to write
I would scribe a thousand tributes.
Maybe then, maybe you might
may you read my walls, and feel my
heart throb with every adjective and
There would be novellas stories high
and you would be flipping,
through my words
from the beginning to the point where
we (never) end.