Love can’t be denied when two hearts unite life becomes so wonderful,

The movie we watched of Brian Wilson and Melinda Ledbetter was beautiful,

A love story fortunate to be owned by a man of wealth and of world fame,

This man is a genius in musical creation yet disliked entertainment’s game,

Imagine Vincent van Gogh being forced to board planes with paintings in tow,

Perhaps he would use drugs as a means of escape from the places he’d go,

As a masterpiece took form inside his head would he try to escape to create,

When creation is born it must be expressed or to wait it can become too late,

It seemed no one tried to understand that every sound must be heard inside,

Sounds of creation can become notes and colors or flashes that often collide,

I have played music loud as a story or rhyme unfolded from inside my head,

I see cartoons and flowers or colors so rich you can reach through all but red,

With closed eyes I see and as such I see music although hard to understand,

The music is easily understood, to see music is most rare of those in our land,

Emotions flood from my heart while memories of loneliness during war unfold,

Purple and deep blue cloud me inside yet without feeling such it goes untold,

I wonder did Brian Wilson experience such things as colors and flavors danced,

I wonder also of the poor man, as this occurred was it hindrance or enhanced,

The joy of expression can become anguished need to express without a muse,

If I didn’t have Patti within my heart the attempts to express would be of no use,

Perhaps she is the funnel to direct the flow as emotions pour from my soul,

Nearly every emotion I know has been enhanced of my loving her in whole,

Did the others such as Brian withdraw as they had no funnel to guide the flow,

Thank God he found Melinda or she him and I was found by the only love I know.

The end, for Patti by Pat, I love you my sweet angel.