Poetry: Creativity


It is the angel that comes to you when you are feeling alone

It is the demon that wakes you in your deepest sleep

Come away with me, come away -is its call to your soul

When you need it most, it tends to leave you

And when you want it for gain, you will not find it


Creativity has no master

Nor is it a slave to one

No one shall cage it

For it flies free


But if you sit in silence

Alone in your head

There might suddenly be an adventure waking

Something from within is beginning to form


Sketches from the corners of your brain

Music that only your heart has played

Suddenly all senses live and dance

For Creativity has breathed