Outside she began to think...
Slowly consumed with a vivid wonder illuminating the depths within the soul
So came to be the external world-
The multitude of notions
And so it was unique in such a sense as to fear from the very reality of imagination.
Thinking to turn back to the place of where had figured she belonged. So came the path-
Present there before her.
So came the way of the less traveled. So came the road taken by the music maker .
And there she walked,
Acoustically chanted by beauty's own
Mystery.
Enigmatic.
And there she went
Feeling everything but lost.
She wandered.
Knowing nothing but knowing
It all.
For the mind leads her on a journey.
Where will it take her?
Outside we begin to think...