ago I could love a piece of music attributing my personal
profile to it.
With my eyes
shut and ears open to those notes I romanced the rain trickling
down my cheeks, I fell in love with those dew drops dangling
at the tip of a leaf. As it bounced in the gentle breeze,
my heart would lose a beat to collect it on my finger tips.
As it tip toed through my clothes I anticipated its path.
Then I would pen my thoughts and relive it as I read.
Long lost are
these emotions, at present I am flavored with reason in all
that I do.