Unexhaustable Aroma

Listening to notes climb up and down, going faster and faster, making my fingers fly, playing the piano in my mind while writing rapidly with my right hand. Rhythms filling me with pleasure and rhymes, nothing else to be heard now in the middle of this night, music drumming with a whining sounding instrument. Rotating and conceiving the birth of another poem right this minute, allowing persistent, rhythmical staccato beats to take me into dense forests of India. There I find life becoming simpler, easing the stress and strain of daily living, an unexhaustable aroma now filling the atmosphere. Going where this mind dares to travel, wending it's way through the culmination of innate talent rooted within the undergrowth of an intelligent being of a poetical stature.