7/25

My eyes tell me the story 

that my heart hears.

My fingers get the soreness 

before your ears.

music is.

music.

It causes the tentacles of my brain to sway and braid together, fibers rubbing and connecting with ideas and emotions, situations and instigations – and before I know it, hours have passed and pages have been written and here I still sit. 

 ...waiting for something to happen. 

 Yet it is happening. The very moments combining together to make the tentacles of my brain sway and braid together, fibers rubbing and connecting with ideas and emotions, situations and instigations – and before I know it, hours have passed and pages have been written and here I still sit.

 ...waiting for something to happen. 

 Yet it is happening. The very moments combining together.
Forever.