imagination

sometimes I look
at a blank empty canvas
and imagine a painting
even though I don't paint
it's got colors of shadows
and echoes of dreams
I think it's beautiful
even if it ain't

          my imagination
          knows what it should see
          I don't need an investigation
          to explain myself to me

sometimes I hear
a voice in the silence
and somehow I know
the melody by heart
if you leave me alone
I can cut out the static
the sound that's left
is my signal to start

          my imagination
          knows what it should see
          I don't need an investigation
          to explain myself to me