and pep unlike any other.
Etudes forming and creating themselves, folding and
unfolding meanings of lyrical words.
Tossing notes around, matching them, with mathematical
beats of careful existence, being serenaded by lovely, intuitive musical scores.
Lifetimes being carefully held in instruments of future poetical natures, always awaiting the forward motion of music’s impetuous behavior.
Stressing early figures of musical talent, steppingback, moving forward, circularly emptying self ofdaily routines.Finally settling back, relaxing in a noncommittalenvironment for life’s remainder on earth.
Focusing on creative gifts, bringing myself into the expansive pictures I’m creating, through ideas of out-of-the-box thinking.
now that I’m getting older and wiser.Tranquil oceans sweeping continuously over fields ofimagination, planting flowers filled with brand newideas in lovely rhymes of thoughts.
Sensitive to a point of pain-filled thought, watching music flowing penetratingly into my mind – so intently – without a single qualm to ignore.
Yet, we can hear every note being played in rhythmic rhymes.
Realizing the single purpose of our crying, we beginremembering close friends, now gone to death’s distant shores.Thinking of them, things we’ve done together, times we’veshared, becoming thoughtful more often as we grow older.
