Saving You

"Its the artists that save people."
those words have been glued to me.
replaying in my mind constantly,
like a never ending reel tape.

I ignore it. Ive got finals tomorrow.

"Its the artists that save people."
my heart answers me again.
its voice has an edge to it
its wanting me to do more than just listen.

"To bad I have an F in math" I tell it.

"Its the artists that save people."
my eyes tell me to look at the sky.
They work hard in search of color
beautiful enough to paint a soul.

I argue. "I have an 8 hour shift to get through."

"Its the artists that save people."
my hands try telling me as they dance
to the rhythm of piano keys
chasing for a broken heart.

I try again. "But I only got 4 hours of sleep last night!"

"Its the artists that save people."
my brain tells me to write.
It flips through pages of words
worthy enough to find the lost.

 I place my hands up in surrender.

my hands dance, and my eyes search.

yet, I still haven't found a way to save you.

I haven't found the right shade of blue
To add to your empty canvas.
My fingers haven't found the melody
that your heart will want to sing to.

I certainly haven't found those words;
the ones that will talk you off the ledge.

but none the less, I write. I paint. I create a melody.

I'm failing math, I have finals to pass, I'm running on little sleep.

yet still I make art, hoping one day
to create something that saves you.