Something Poem by my Words my song

A vowel burst and dispersed from a cloud and landed in my hand and commanded me to stand. First shock then amused that me this vowel would choose. It lead me up a hill where collected letters live in search of a consonent. The guru of sentence not knowing what it meant to be sent; produced a consonent and with the vowel off we went. Running pass quotes, literary notes and unfinished poems and rhymes stopped on a dime. The letters pushed me back as they continued on track. They met around a pen and other letters started pouring in. They abbreviated my stance and hyphenated my glance; i heard a comma laugh as it danced past me, heading for the congregation of deeds. And i stood alone.