Scoring rhythms, engraving them into grey matter for an
eternity of lively spirits.
Artistically creating favorable melodies and playing
with them interiorly.
Bouncing them about, enjoying every moment they bring
into life.
Squeezing feelings in and out like a sponge, holding
onto memories brought up from a subconscious plain.
Existing in a quiet realm alone, away from all the
noise and stress of every day life.
Knowing, deeply held within cases of experience, taught
from escapades of old.
Taken out on lonely days to research their feelings,
finding always, new and tender meanings being spelled
out in novel ways.
Scratching surfaces, testing mercurial waters of a
soul, awaiting melodies of heaven, intuitively sent.
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