Nourishing ideas from little seeds – watching them grow and bloom.
Standing aside, allowing them room,
being careful to pull out just the weeds, ideas are sown.
One day soon to be explored in written words.
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Sour notes, flat as can be, hurting our ears like a cat on the prowl.
Death by singing, scaring us all right out of the mood we were in.
Nothingness consumes me with an abstract environment,
even nothingness can be a learning experience.
Strumming slowly downward, touching chords laid back in postures of relaxation.
Painted by the melodies being played quietly in able pivoting rehearsal through the night.Tired from the day, sitting back and strumming life away.
Reaching outward just a tad too much, straining his voice,
the right amount.Circling the area with lyrics being spun into poeticalmusings.Falling onto the dance floor in front of every-one sitting here, enjoying beautiful masterpieces, beingsung loudly in total fun, not caring who hears if we’reout of tune or not.
Landscapes of my mind travel wherever I go, taking me on rides and journeys of the soul.
Always stranded in time, noticing every minute exposed to my mind’s timetable of ideas and thoughts.
Consciously taking in every note as it is played to my heart’s content.
Frequently being played up and down scales of musical etudes and expounded in words.