The Violin’s azure strings wept softly, from inside of a mind made cell; musical echoes lamenting, a poignant abyss too vast to fill each and all silenced reverie, leaving the philosopher’s stone unthrown
Blue guitar minor chord changes, bent notes phrasing sharps and flats; memories ― gently weeping confirmation as a repressed flow of soul pensively leaks out
The spirit's currents eddy suffused within written verve; silently purging the soul's fountains ―
musical rivulets swell quietly overflowing an alchemist’s soul unfurled...
September sojourn ...9/15/2016 ... journal entry: an unexpected perfect storm, casting ashes into the ocean & bluebirds
A musician with a wounded wing ... trying to find the strength to fly. Nothing fills the chasm left behind when we lose an invisible, indivisible, irreplaceable thread that binds the tapestry of our lives...