Needing to let go

what is art but your creations set free?
the work of your hands, the words from your pen
they gather and bursting upwards take flight
and then take rest in the hearts of others.
once free, you cannot recapture them
once flying, they move on the airs unaided
alighting and fluttering, they come to peace
or shift restlessly within the gentle hands
cupped, outstretched, hoping for some grace.