Inconspicuous day
We gather in greatness (a meeting of many)
I sit with
Poets and painters and prophets alike
casual and comfortable
surreal and social
We talk about
methods and theories (fundamentals of frequencies)
And we talk about
dreams and desires (delving in depth)
And we talk about
the present and the future (conceptual credences)
And let us not forget the past...
We, the artists, united, bound together
By lucidity, like minds, creative
I list, list, listen to voices
I hear conversations about
life and living
I hear conversations about
songs and singing
I hear conversations about
painters painting
I hear conversations about
love and loving
I form limericks in my mind, (mindless, whimsical)
And I am think, think, thinking
Thoughts and ideas gather and dissipate
I transliterate the ideas of others
I sense complexity thrilling, (thrilling complexities)
And then suddenly, its quiet...