I am the poem that I need to write
The word becoming flesh
Rhyming with that pulse of life
Give meaning to that little dash
Put between my birth and my death.
I am the song that I need to sing
Ascending from the ashes
Fly, my heart, on silver wings
Strike the keynote of my life
And high up in the skies
Intonate with everything.
I am the master-piece that I need to paint
With colours that will never faint
And from that palette of my possibilities
I choose the brightest dreams of all humanity
Draw love and hope onto the canvas of reality
Aspiring inspiration with every breath -
That is the art to be alive before my death.