There is a reason why
The word spills on to a page
The poet speaks his rage
And a silky voice takes the stage
There is a reason why
The poem emerges
Only when the heart surges
Like thunder striking a stream
Each strike a whisper
Every whisper a scream
There is a reason why
The voice strains for a note
An escape from madness
Carrying a world of sadness
In every lyric she wrote
There is a reason why
The artist chooses his brush
When life's passions prove too much
His every stroke
The only rush
There is a reason why
The poet ponders his world sadly
While his hand reaches for a pen gladly
A tortured soul
He looks for her in every word; madly
Even though there is a reason
For every creative lie
No one can overcome the why
The imagined insults of life's cry
That make the lone artist
Decide to try
