Dear Shakespeare

Dear Shakespeare,

How did you become a poet?

How did you become one of the greatest even?

Back then, had you even known it?

Or at times, did they consider you a heathen?

Did your cursive words put them all in a trance?

Was it difficult on you?

Did every play make you take a chance?

Or did anything even seem new?

Shakespeare tell me all your secrets

Tech me all your tricks

William, did you get roses of scarlet?

At least tell me about Sonnet one one six...

Your poems sing to ears

Your plays dance through minds

Tell me how many years,

It took you to write every line

Was your feather pen just soaring

Or did you crumple every page?

Was the brain of you just roaring

Or did you tear it all up in rage?

I could read every sonnet

I could watch every play

I could pick and pick at it

Until my curiosity went away

But Shakespeare I want to hear it from you!

Every detail, every struggle

How many times were you locked in your room

In your imaginary idea bubble

Did you hear the words like Beethoven?

Were you composing your words like Bach?

Shakespeare come speak to us then

I know these questions are a lot

If I could somehow give you this letter

And I really wish I could

I wouldn't have to wonder, ever

About how you got so good

For now I'll keep it here

As I'm wondering away

Maybe later on in years

I'll figure out what you would say