I believe...

[thaibobye]

I believe leaves fall
because they're tired.
I believe starry eyes
are starlit sadness floats
on the air, between the clouds.
I believe the moon is only a scattered reflection [of?]
I believe the constellations
are a final draft,
a child's chalk-laden
hand, chubby at the wrists.
I believe you can photograph
an image but you cannot
capture a moment.
I believe in writing poetry
and making music
[one and the same.]
I believe your paintings are none of my business.