getting pictures in my mind to write about.
Softly my heart fills with joy, slowly it seems
to seep into my chest – then explodes into my mind
as Beethoven speaks to me through his intense music –
helping to feel all these things I see.
As a little child, looking at everything, always
wondering – full of curiosity – full of loving for
all that I could see and feel around me.
Violins play inside my mind and dance around my head,
as I see images full and bright and many, causing
ideas to tumble and fall out here for you to read.