The wind creates a swirling sound. Creates a secret whisper.
A chant builds among the skies, bidding me to change direction.  
But I keep running, running towards the symphonies.
Chasing the sweet forbidden sound down.
The winding path confuses me
Creates delusions to separate me from reality.
But as I run ,my breathing ragged and torn.
Just like the strings of my heart but I still continue.
To chase the earth shattering, heart achlingly beautiful symphonies