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 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
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How my heart sings 