He said... "I imagine myself drifting away to somewhere in my mind that I've never been before ...I'm there but I don't feel lost just curious and happy that I'm there...I found something new...Somewhere I can go when everything else fails me"
She smiled and responded " I imagine you feel like freedom "
...It was as if their conversations
Resembled the beauty of
music notes written on a manuscript
Carefully structured
To create the perfect arrangement
A melody
Clinging to the rhythm of a soul
Daring to beat
Or perhaps it was symbolic
Of
indelible ink
stained unto scrolls
A million years ago
Holy words ...
Uttered from lips of the Gods
and written by angles
As they sat on Mt. Parnassus
To be preserved through time
So the world could bare witness
To a phenomenon ...
Their conversations reflected
What seemed to be
Abstract art spread upon canvas
Not yet decoded
Yet with a message so loud
It spoke even within
The silent hush between them
In Abeyance
It was as if...
their conversations
resembled the beauty of
music notes written on a manuscript
Suspended
between bass and treble cleft
Waiting
for the ink to dry
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