Music flows
A world flows
My headphones the carriers
I am the receiver mind, body and soul
For seconds, minutes, hours I ride a high
From note to note, pitch to pitch, rhythm to rhythm I float,
Float into an endless abyss of bliss
My world is colored
What was once black and white,
Is now painted in graceful song.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Music flows
A world flows
My headphones the carriers
I am the receiver mind, body and soul
For seconds, minutes, hours I ride a high
From note to note, pitch to pitch, rhythm to rhythm I float,
Float into an endless abyss of bliss
My world is colored
What was once black and white,
Is now painted in graceful song.
