My Voice

It is not invisible. You can’t see it, but it is visible,
Words making a spectrum of colourful light.
Each note is a colour, A-B-C-D-E-F-G, R-O-Y-G-B-I-V
Transparent but tinted, like stained glass.
It is non-viscous, thinner than water, but thicker than air.

It sings, turning tragedy into melody, comedy into harmony
It is constricted inside of a range, but it knows how to shine within its capacity
Notes can connect, merging together to make them legato
Notes can be cut, severed shorter to make them staccato

It can be used to express thoughts and ideas
It might never be used, sitting in a corner, gathering dust
It can be used to harm
Or it can be used to mend

It has more power than one might think
The words it says have the power to make someone’s day, or ruin their life
As little as three words can have so much meaning
It can change the world if it is loud enough