Walking upon clouds, loving their titillating sounds,
using them to compose classical music, soothing and
soaring through intellectual pursuits of creativeness.
Slowly at times, capturing ideas for later use, then
riding rapidly, on flowing brain waves as if they were
air currents.
Riding them so intensely, loving their vibrant energetic
feelings as they reverberate within this soul so gently
and prayerfully.
They captivate intellect and it's ability to produce
mathematical formulas and equations through coded rhythms
of music.
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