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.

vic briggs