How does a composer make his music?
Does he write it from his own bitterness?
Or from the taunting voice of his critique -
who desires more of his tears and sadness?
How does a poet find words for his piece?
Does he seize these out from a sweet lover?
Or calls them out from his heart for a tease -
as he keeps his passion for another?
And how does a novelist weave his tale?
Does he write it with fear for rejections?
With such fondness while detesting to fail -
thus, he stays vigilant for his actions?
For vain or love, audience – an essence.
One’s triumph, every writer’s success.
(c)Phoenix Montoya @ March 14, 2012
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