Sound

Sound waves wrap around my heart

Whispering stories from the start

I fill my pages with the words

My candle burns down low

I start again by morning light

Each word I write, I hope to bring delight

To those who read between the lines

Of stories old and new

I write of people to fall in love with

Places you would wish to go

With paper and pencil, my weapon of choice

Long may the sound waves fill my pages

A paperback writer on every shelf

In coffee shops, they weave their spell

Long before eBooks took the air

Paperback writers were always there

A book in hand is better than two eBooks

The touch the smell cannot be replaced

By scrolling light to vex your eyes

No need to plug a book in to read to the end…