After Viewing Rafael Lopes’ Bobeirasa

“I say, 'let it show'
And continue to write and play my guitar
Out, my hurt does flow
Onto the paper and from the guitar
This is how I let my hurt go
And soon by what people read
They will know
This is how I let it go”

-This is How I Let Go, Amy Parkinson

Shadows rest

in blackened corners

of a darkened room,

masking the vision

of a name unrecognized

a voice unheard

Willing inspiration

to dwell in outstretched fingers

Crawling up and down and stairway of steel

Leaving rhythmic footprints

on the hollow, wooden skeleton, lying below

Anticipating the moment of glory

to be found.