evolution of music
that lives and grows inside me
generation that takes up after me
no word for music, to make this rhythmic

that beat flows into my vein
like a bulb flashes with unstable current
the smile sprinkles in, with no vain,
as if i am eating a blackcurrant

I stand there, just to watch it bloom,
into me, like the music flows
that flower to show me its true fume,
hands in blush, eyes in rush as it glows.

I sit,think,walk,see
never stops the blue magic
such a clown of sea
as all fly like it does in pelagic.