step into my office

she has words jumbled in her head
like a musical arrangement that spilled off the page.
her keyboard is an instrument waiting to be played,
so her delicate fingers strum across each letter.
as words fall from her mind and pour through her veins
thoughts stay smeared in her mind like a stain.
slowly she composes her masterpiece into a poem.
as the words carelessly dance in her head
she closes her eyes and conducts them into something that can be said.
each notion beats through her heart and makes her body sing with movement.
she is the Bach of poetry
she is the translator of the senses
and she is just a girl with words jumbled in her head.