The World Is My Stage

i want to use the world as my stage.
where i pull the strings on the marionette,
wave the baton to control the pace,
Where i leap and spin and rise on my toes
Like a ballet dancer.
All this with just words..
To describe the sounds of
Percussion instruments
The brass', woodwinds and strings
Maybe even the piano
with its black and white keys.
I want to use the world as my stage.
To use words to describe music
Beat and rythm.
Just the sound that we understand without words.
To create a picture of
sunlight and shadows
Colors and shapes,
using just words.
To shape the clay on 'life's' wheel
Creating shapes of my own design
And decorations with my own patterns.
I want to weave and carve,
Mold and shape these words.
To describe the colors of
A thousand sunsets, of
the trees throughout the seasons
The rustling of the leaves in the springtime
And the howling of the wind
Through their bare branches in winter.

I want to use the world as my stage
To travel back and forth in time,
Being one with the character i play each day.
Using these words to take me
And you
On a journey into the world of the imagination.