In my silent canvas I paint expectations of perfection and beauty. Each note is like a crystal of rain. Its own size, its own shape, its own speed, its own shade. Each tiny diamond helps drench my soul filling me with emotions otherwise lost. Completing me and keeping me from wilting into a dry broken mess.
As my lips touch the soft reed, crystalline water flows from the bell. It creates a perfectly symmetrical circle of sound and in an instant evaporates into the air around me. It leaves me the homely vibrations until they soak into my silent canvas.