Invisible Expession
-by, Mary Beth


The air, the air is full of it
I can hear it, even in the silence
I can see it, though nothing is there
The room, the room where it all began and ends
It is everywhere- on the walls and in the desks
In the dark and in the light, in you and in me, can't you see
It is the song on my lips
It is a picture in my mind
It is the way I am
It is art and you can't take it from me
Art is mine through all eternity