If I were a guitar you’d be my strings
If I were a drum you’d be my skin
I am but a vessel, carrier of words
Inspiration needs its muse
Its stimulus, a spur
If I were a grand piano
You’d be the fingers on my keys
A flute and you’d be the air that I need
The notes on my score
A fraud, I disclose
For I am but a vessel
For my muse to compose
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Poem and artwork published in book ‘One Hundred Valentines’ by N.E. Teeuw.
Writer, poet and songstress, N. E. Teeuw grew up in Melbourne, Australia. With a background in song-writing and an honest and vulnerable storytelling sense, her words capture her unique voice in a powerful and heartfelt way, manifesting itself in the form of a beautiful book titled 'One Hundred Valentines' which is exquisitely delivered and a delicate, yet powerful collaboration of poetry, painting and prose.