can see the noise of conversation as it falls across the morning sky;
newspapers falling through the wind like notes trebled across the keys of a piano.;
footsteps chasing mozart's unfinished life.
colours of light;
grey and blue as they collide with spring and summer's winter smile.
Green is the colour of the wind
as they whisper songs to your heart within the sigh of a snowflake
always just missing the
when your voice
notes strewn in a musical epiphany across my window
A cutain billows in an icelandic storm.;
morning coffee held in a cafe between pauses.
Stillness knows each life between the notes
between each rhythm
as songs collide with the moss,
with the wind,
in a perpetual state of never ending motion..
You are always at the center when storms collide
when green turns to grey
then to blue
always evolving from a place that begins in the center of "you".
Life is one singular precious moment'
a perfect sphere held to the light of a morning sky.
Life is when we hold onto a word or a smile for longer than a second in time;
atoms splitting the atomic clock.
Life is when we see a pattern in the flight of seagulls across a canvas yet unpainted.
love is that split second of time when
we know our home is within the gaze of another's eyes.
Life is the moment when silence paints the moss with the dreams of trees yet becoming.
Life is symphonies still within
created upon compositions still within our soul's grasp
we touch a chord
paint our souls in music yet unborn.
We are human.