The music of words.

My poor, right dominant brain,

Often finds it hard to find the word.

I know the word I want to say,

I see its picture in my head, 

But sometimes it just will not come to my tongue.

So I swear instead.

Or that is my excuse anyway.

Yet when I hear music I can hear the words in it.

Like magic, new lyrics come to me.

I can write songs like that.

I hear musicality in a phrase.

It awakens the pictures in my head,

And I'm off,

Writing another song.

 Or another poem.