Seeing visions in prisms of life, figuring out their images hidden within beautiful colors of the rainbow.

tones.Piercing the atmosphere with a miracle ofmusical intensity, emanating from within andgiven unselfishly to all who are present,listening closely, intently with precision.

Circles of roses drift through my consciousness, portrayinglessons of musical instruments played for years.Touching soft petals, feeling their gentle fragileness as theyattach themselves to my heart.Riding backwards through time on tracks of railroad cars,visiting edges of time forgotten.Familiar faces popping up in memories filled with relatives and ancestors.A journey of past years brought before me…

Steadily padding along, looking from side to side, and not finding any reason for it to be happening in the United States Of America.