Vivid hues on paper trails, aligning thoughts with colors in hand. They dance across white plains, leaving vibrant echoes of imagination behind.

Swollen and soggy, I've been soaked through. But in all of my training... The liquid was blue!!!

I’m knotted in style but never in rope, I sit at your collar, a symbol of hope. Split in two wings, yet I never can fly, I dress up your front when formal days are nearby.

I speak without a tongue, I call without a sound. Lost ships pray for me, Lost phones hunt me down. I rise and fade, I weaken with the storm, Invisible threads that say, You’re not alone.

Used in life and in music creates melody with each pluck and for everyone to use and enjoy