Medium of Expression

My palette is my imagination. I paint pictures with my words. Swirling colours of composition. Mixing metaphors - agitating them with the paintbrush in my mind. My vocabulary is my keyboard. Trilling notes of expression. Crescendo of composition... tumbling, falling....allegro, or andante, and harmonised in my creativity. My glossary is my tapestry. Fixed firmly to the frame of verbal inventiveness. Stitched in synchronacity. Cross stitched sometimes - or tacked in draft for later publication. I cannot sing to you in thrilling arias. I cannot paint for you on colourful canvas. I cannot play for you in perfected pitch. I cannot hang my works of art, but I can write what's in my heart - and, maybe, I'll touch yours?