Sweetest symphony on plain parchment scrawled
Is mere fly’s buzz before living piano chord
A quiet pin drop whilst a toddler prattles
A whimper inexistent on sea-sand battles
Prettiest portrait – though – just bright vivid vision
Is but linseed drop on a Van Gogh rendition
Pipe dream palettes don’t make Lisa smile
Nor fancied figures do Louvre walls style
What good – a melody – a poet’s stationed word
No flight, no wave – a silent songless bird
Brave voice – mere breath – not wielded as a sword
For great is, great does – it is, if heard
