Unsung

Let me change you, world.

Let me save you

with one perfect note on a gossamer thread

hanging in the air

like a resting spider.

The only good way to live your life

is to change something

to leave your touch

imprinted.

Prints, in clay.

Watch my magic trick!

I breathe in regular air

(The hat is empty!)

and out comes something tangible.

(And more importantly, beautiful).