I stand up on this paper stage
With only words to express
The deepest vowels, the highest consonants
Of what our hearts request

Dream on, sing on with me
In octaves of your own originality
Watch your words form linear lines
That move and bend in space and time

Imagination, Yes, Imagination
Give us old images of new shape and form
Imagination, Yes, Imagination
With each of our renewed perceptions, truly we are reborn

For all the poets and painters, writers and singers of song
Upon the written page
Let us write and recite our own thoughts and dreams
As we stand upon this paper stage