Running up and down my mind's piano, enjoying the sounds
I produce from every key.
Putting them together, creating sonatas, etudes, symphonies,
from within depths of blended intellect and imagination.
Totally in unison with my soul, I digest interiorly all that
I produce and live in contemplative silence.
A choice I made years ago when a child, knowing I'd never be
special to just anyone.
(12; 01 p.m. - 10/30/13)
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