Five letters to cover a million,
A nonchalant approach to spilled ink on a page,
A casual glance at the sky to depict rain,
When standing in the eye of a hurricane,
Fear not little bird you're still safe in your cage,
Your cost of admission covered with gold bouillons,
One enclosed hour to decipher the meaning,
Behind liquid metaphors and technicolor lead,
All candidly exchanging inside jokes and dance techniques,
For their next session of flying off the page,
Wondering what else it will take to get inside their head,
Depictions of knights prevailing in the darkest of nights or tales of lovers dreading the coming morning,
If you seek answers you will only find questions,
If you desire critique you will only find correction,
All should be left to the sanctity of mystery,
To the vaguest representations of the birds and the bees,
And if you manage to compile chests of black gold treasure it,
For a magician never reveals his secrets.