POETER

Many faces faces here faces there all of them are me faceless I place my hands to the paper so that you can look into my eye's faceless I place my brush to the canvas so that you can see me smile faceless I pluck an instrument so that I can bare my soul faceless I listen to music to hear myself inside my head faceless I use those forms of expression so that you can feel me speak to know that I exist I wish to vibrate your soul in every instrument I'm saying "this is me!"