A new notebook opens.
Infinite blank pages
Waiting to be filled.
With scratching of ink and graphite.
Words with a special meaning
To someone, somewhere.
A story woven with these words,
A tale of a lifetime.
Or just a blink of an eye.
The color of this language
slides across the page,
with a slight movement of hand.
Painting a picture on the surface,
A work of art.
A work of language.
These pieces of artwork,
can explode within,
or subtly slide around a mind.
This is the art of language.