Words begin to form in my fragmented mind, swirl around the base of my neck, flutter across my bare skin, caress each curve, absorb the essence of my body and grow larger with each twist and turn.
They gather in groups and beautiful ensembles, singing glorious tunes.
They race towards my fingertips and my hand twitches in anticipation as I bolt to catch them.

Suddenly, moments before my net reaches its place,
these ensembles flutter off my body, race off my fingers,
and fade into the infinite atmosphere.
I face towards the sky and  breath in deeper to catch the essence of any few remaining,
but all that fills my lungs are the heavier words weighed by their sorrow.
Fragmented words
separated from their companions,
left to dissolve
among the abundance molecules and atoms.

So I bow my head and clutch my net, awaiting the next cluster of delicate, glorious words.