Words are my medium.
And melodies.

Color and composition
are yours.

We’ve always been two sides
of a canvas,
a piece of paper,
Two voices in a song,
harmonizing,

but after all these years,
I’ve learned to see–
the way the colors fit,
the way a scene leads the eye.

When the light shifts a certain way, I’ll call,
Come, see this!
And you come
bringing a camera. You’ve learned to trust
my eyes.

You are curious about words,
rolling them in your mouth,
fitting them into your understanding.

And you’re my best editor.
No one but you knows that word, you’ll say.
Choose one everyone can understand.
You are almost always right.

How lucky we both are
to have found our other half.