Words structured make a map for me

Sentences enable me to see;

But there are maps of other kinds

         And different maps suit different minds.

The Artist with her skilled brushstrokes

Her unique sense of the world evokes.

This goes straight to the heart and tells

Of feelings deep unfathomable wells.

   

The sweet plain music of the spheres

Moves those who hear to heartfelt tears.

Yet notes are written on just five lines

From which can flow all music’s rhythms.

There are so many different worlds

Which different maps to us unfurl.

The Art of Travel is to guess

Which Map will suit which World the best