Poetry: A Blank Page

I wrote a poem, let me know what you think:

A blank page stares back at me
The words not there for me to see
The voices are loud in my mind
But refuse to be refined

A blank page stares back at me
The characters wanting to be free
They play around in my brain
But refuse to be restrained

A blank page stares back at me
Until finally a word will be
The voices want to be heard
Until the characters sing like a bird