Volume

Volume
no no no
not just how loud it is
but rather
the quantity
the product
the volume of the area
that lies within the
invisible heart

until yesterday
i'd never heard of
dora maar
the friend of picasso
the one i did not know

or tricky
who kept going
until he found the flow

and the life of
ashes
blown and scattered

and paul robeson

lives speak Volumes
when artists, the common
everyday, ordinary kind
of people just like you and me
preserve work product
in rough form like sawdust
so when we step into the arena
you can't help but see
our footprints in their milieu
reach down and draw your heart
don't stop until you say it all
free the mind from obsessive
worry over the quality
let it go to find your flow
few things wonderful
ever come from one go

try Volume