Thinking Through Music And Rhythms

These days moving forward, wanting more of an interior poetical world to come into being, loving to think through music and rhythms while coming up with poetry. An intense depth of joy unfolding each and every time, being surrounded entirely with music, blocking out everything else, not wanting it to move into a forcefield of discovery. One that abides interiorly with a burning yearning that pushes all else to the side, wanting only to be at peace in the very essence of this creative being. An intense love for an interior island where this poet can instantly attain peace and serenity, leaving the world behind in order to write poetry and compose classical music. Singularly wanting to stay within the loneliness of this very poetical being, tears being folded neatly and stored within a broken heart. Opened up only when writing about heartache, sorrow, sadness and loss, words from without have no meaning, never touching what's being felt within. Looking about silently, taking heartfelt concepts and writing them into many possibilities of poetry quietly and quickly, lest they disappear or expire.