Waiting For My Novel

when words leap up from the page
hold hands and perform a dance.

when letters come to life, roll out a stage,
switch on the lights and enact a play.

when the black ink metamorphoses,
into different colours and paints a picture.

when sentences change into notes,
and instruments and become music on their own.

when characters walk and talk,
and make the reader's mind beautiful.

that day my novel would have arrived,
and my muse shall be at peace.