What am I?

Two poems... one is 'I am' and one is 'I am from'... please read them carefully as i'm going to try and read these out at an exhibition tomorrow.
I am

I am the paper on your desk,
the pen in your hand.
My hair is thicker than a lion's mane,
my fingers are the keys
on your grand piano.
I am the stormy clouds
that vibrate through your house.
I am the animated pixel in your TV screen.
I am the unseen colour in the rainbow
high, high up in the sky,
the one that would break your heart to see.
I am one particle somewhere in space,
I'm the piece of string you estimate
my length.
I am a shape shifter.
I could be the mirror in your room,
or the radio in your car.
I am the keyboard by your computer,
I am addicted to the creatures of the night.

I am from

I am from the patch of ink on your paper,
the thought and imagination it leaks.
I'm from the voice of a colourful painting,
I'm from the shadow where your echo creeps.
And I'm from silent, dormant
and waiting to burst.


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