Words unexpressed like millions of seeds lost to the wind teem in my mind.
Whirling against the portal of a black hole, it’s gravity overcoming all resistance.
Images in Blazing Colors like flashbacks seer seams of striating lost hope on the blank canvas.
Picking up the brush from it’s jar would take the strength of Atlas. Alas, I am but a flea in it’s subjection.
Music, burned into my soul and once mastered, frightens and possesses my senses as a long lost lover.
Once a comfort and friend, my piano seems, as if possessing life, to gape at me with a sneering toothless smile.
Like a bright light brings shadows, the mind too bright eclipses all, turning beginnings into snarling grey fears.