Creator

Who makes them come alive It is on my voice they thrive Nothing they are without me Only one makes them move and breathe Just letters by themselves Looking to me and no one else They melt to reach the heart Listening to me for they are smart Bending and shaping the emotions Muses initiating notions Encouraging dampened spirits to rise In their arms feelings will sigh Long as they listen to their Master There is no thing such as disaster Present for your entertainment Falling in line for their arrangement Waiting to share with you life's tears Escorting you down through the years They maintain as gracious host Humble they sit while you may boast What are they you want to ask? They are performers of the task Welcome stars of my equator They 're my words I'm the creator