Weak Mind

Slowly undressed feelings from the mind Latent whispers caress my skin so kind Ashes of trees burned before they grew Fallen forests felled before wind blew.   Enough pressure claiming victims in its wake Can’t decide on which path I should take The river winds whichever way I go I’m just bobbing in the ebb… Read More Weak Mind

Of Music Making

My heart is this, An instrument; A drum perhaps: It beats a tune And thumps away Morning, noon and night All day. It beats in time A metered rhythm Decrying the threat Of indecision. What tool be this Of music making; Songs my heart Is now creating? Plucking Strumming Elegant Awake, awoken Animated Because Happy… Read More Of Music Making