Wild is the music I make
A tempestuous cacophony of sound
Tumultuous
In its very essence,
No more than a frequency,
A pitch, discovered by the ear,
And interpreted as such,
But in the mind of a dreamer
It is the vociferous noise,
The sound of the beginning of the world,
The harmony into which all things come and go,
Pitch
Noise
Sound
Dynamic
Tempo
All interwoven into the fabric of a creation
Stormy
Turbulent
Passionate
Intense
Explosive
Violent
Volatile
Yet peaceful
Serene
Calm
Tranquil
Composed and placid
The multidimensional warp and weft of time,
Of Space,
Of Imagination,
Of Thought
Of Beauty
Of Life
And wild is the music I make