Music

Music.

Each day, I rise to your sinfonietta.
Awashed by the memory of yesterday.

It is the music, one heartbeat.

Each time I stroll by the roads, swift sceneries, fast cars, my memory jogs.

But it's the music emanating from your stereo that pulls me close.

Not the pretty garrish of vain things.

And soul my soul is elated, my ambiance is suspended to a world of tunes.

A paradise where flowers sing and lull their fabrics to the nudgings of the wind.

It's the gift of surging a melody from the indepths that makes me transcendent.

Soulful, lyrical and evocative.