What you learned must be forgotten

Pretty lines

beautyful faces

Poisened with perfection

Masters teaching old and rotten

for they don't understand

for too long you learned

to hear without listening

to speak without talking

to see without comprehending

But now you see

It's all been a misunderstanding

let go

breathe in

breathe out

feel

look for energy affection

for what your hand will draw on paper

is always a reflection

the sounds will guide you

vibrations inside you

go small if you'd like to

or big to surprise you

artistic freedom

to reach a balance

an even score

draw

Eine poetische Interpretation dieses Semesters :) Es hat mir viel Spaß gemacht, danke! LG Leo