On my Paper

With a slide of my lead
Dipping down low,
going back straight
you want me to show?

Charcoal deep in colored black
See silence slip its mystery
slowly moving, gently soothing
we speak no words- so visually,

Can you hear its quiet voice?
In the edge of crispy white
On my paper lines are drawn
where we contrast dark and light.

With a slide of my lead
Dipping down low,
going back straight
you want me to show?