Reaching for cover, not wanting to be seen right
now, just hiding below the sights of others to
enable this poet to write poetry while music plays.
Taking this mind and intellect away, seeing the
world through measures of time and music, defining
the appetites of those who are creative.
Loving music and its rhythms, a sacred and beautiful
place to spend time, loving all the many ways that
life can be expressed through colors of sound and
tasteful auras that are always being created.
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