Here I sit. Eyes on me.
Confused eyes, bored eyes.
Thoughts vocalize,
Become something new,
an experience.
contented cries.

Emotions run dry
the wind from my heart
let it fly far and wide
filling the empty space inside my mind.

Ferns; as ideas and thought,
planted so long ago,
still furling up to let their presence known.
Making music of the mind.
Unafraid of feeling anything
but a curly bit of twisted inspiration
crawling up toward the vast sky

To take something so natural,
pure emotion.
-And turn it into song.
create sound from your own thoughts
ideas
concepts
notions
To experience the pure inspiration
sought after by so many.

You can play anything.
The sound of me, the sound of you.
You can be anything.
Let it all flow through.

Mind, body, spirit,
its all the same on this level.

Take a chance.
Give your inner sound a glance,
-And exist on a level thought, previously impossible.