Like Picking A Flower

Sweet little nothings being spoken through sounds and notes of music as I quietly listen to it, spontaneous thoughts being filed through my mind so delicately and softly, like blossoms blooming in silence before me in nature. What a sweetened sight as it touches intellect, breaking open it's sincerity and dispersing it quietly over people who are dancing in a definite syncopation and pattern across the dance floor. Watching with a clarity as steps are taken together and kept in times of each and every measure being played today, pleasure pouring from within, notes taking it, spreading it about my being in a relaxed mood of sen- timent and spirituality. Looking throughout the visions of total enlightenment from within, an interior universe that I always travel through, never missing a chance to rehearse each tone in poetry while listening. Finding beauty scattered everywhere, picking it like a flower from it's long stem, placing it in a vase of purity and water, hoping that it will last forever in memories of this moment as I place it silently on a photographic screen inside.