Dance Baby Dance

Music that fragments your soul...

Music that fragments your soul…

Mine is the sweet oblivion of fleeting moments.

Mine too those waters’ endless plummet…

Baying cascades that knead a bluish light

Another day. Distraught. Another night.

The scalding close approaches.

And of another life am born in torments.

I wait. Inertia in thought of solitary flight.

Again, the precipice draws near.

Of rainfalls all, remains alone a tear.

Daily Prompt: Eye of the Beholder

Describe what it feels like to hear a beautiful piece of music or see a stunning piece of art.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEAUTY.