Kid's

Crown of raindrops on my head,

Dripping, giggling, dancing round my hair.

Pages of a book shall be my stage,

For I paint only in violin notes.

Sketches on the curtains, crumpled sheets on the dirt,

In a wave of a hand I shall bring to life

Jar of stars I sprinkle onto the sky

Let unseen forces string all up

And bags I, name the constellations born.

Plastic-clad knights, archers with poison arrows,

Been preaching myths in broad daylight

The hunt will have no rest

Till the day I fade away

For I am the forbidden artist

In every kid’s head.