Strumming guitar strings along with a violin,

Slamming the door of my mind against it all, I return to the memories of joy I so much treasure here inside.

Even though we try to get through without meeting it personally.Grief tends to wrap itself wherever it feels like, leaving us wondering why.

Quieting my soul with fragrant scents of adjectives, blending together with thoughts of creating intellect.Showing me exacting principles of music and it’s compositions.Tasting the essence of poetry and absorbing it totally without remorse.

Existence dancing in front of my mind as I write of enlightenment and wisdom’s knowledge of who we are.Taking turns with nature, creating all new patterns and puzzles, viewing them from every angle and moment, as accomplished visions of movement made their way to inner springs of creative knowledge.

Sounding scenic views I’m seeing on screens of my photographic mind –exceptional pictures, clear and explicit, like nothing outside of myself.Enjoying it entirely as all of rhythm plays to the nature of my being.Awesome tones being regulated by the presence of a duo playing here at Buddy Stubbs.Songs being sung at my personal request, pleasing…

of tomorrow, appealing to an inner sense of being silentwith reflective cogitating interiorly.Stepping upwardly, out of sight, images and their ideasconstantly trade places with one another, forming,molding, and shaping future literature.