I Can Write Poetry All Day Long

I CAN WRITE POETRY ALL DAY LONG I can write Poetry all day long But what will it give me? There is just so much others will listen to If anything? And what is the value of writing words to myself for myself Even if I love them And believe they are real poetry, And know in my soul That their music is real? I can write Poetry all day long Or think I am writing poetry When I am not- Am I writing poetry now? I feel I am- Within me there is the song and the sound There is the music of poetry But is it real Or only my self- deception? Can I write poetry all day long? Can I write poetry at all? I am writing poetry now Or so I tell myself- But as I write this The music within Is already fading And I hear in myself The silence of my own lonely sound.