on the lyricist’s road
there’s no common code,
naught to describe
what words to inscribe
to scribe ballad, ditty, song or ode.
On the writer’s way
there’s pain and dismay
to careful course one must stay.
In an artist’s advance
emotion in colours dance
fruit of the artist’s tool collection,
the scene before them and the Muse’s chance.
each road is but a lane, within each many advance
along the Creative’s Causeway, creative creatures prance.