The key

A poem that gives both my pencil and pen voice. I was also hoping that people who use different tools for example, camera, paint brush, carving knife, keyboard etc. would enjoy this as if it were the voice of their tools too.

The key

I unfurl souls so dark they enlighten the world
And souls so bright they give and take the gift of sight
If you can not see with me the truth of my brilliance has blinded you
If you can not feel with me the mystique of my darkness has confounded you
With me you’ll be touched as though my every word has subdued and bound you
As though my very art has fell from the blue and surrounded you
It is true that there is no escape from all I create
I am the key to the soul
With my power a universe is given shape
But it is you who holds all control

By M.D. Watson