welcome to the music..

can you see where the line where the water ends? puts itself off into oblivion, as the sky is so complacent, and spits a little compassion… the waltz continues.. the rhythm complete within as the beat moves to and fro…

music in words and images that come to life.. swaying gently to unseen breeze that wafts in melancholy, yet comforting tune.. whispers of a caress that set to sail soothing tones of sweet reverie..

honest delusions that encompass wild dreams of passion.. the nuances made complete of gentle light that offers comfort.. paganistic prophecy to adhere to the selling of the soul..

all for naught when the symbol seen of inamorata reveals the truth kept secreted… love to ooze as if it were ichor.. bittersweet symphony of life.. changes in mode of effervescence in swirling disguise not yet seen…

features soften with ethereal glow of gentle persuasion.. giving in to the need that burns to the core.. eternal gift of soul in flight.. spirit to be set free of daydream encounter…

where love does not rejoice at wrongs.. embracing instead torturous visions of a surreal slice of a dream that wafts.. supple scents which linger.. enticing..

welcome to the music… can you see where the water ends as it puts itself off into oblivion..sweet caress that is all too real of vivid imagination that remains…