Invisible Music
The music won’t stop dancing inside my head.
Arrays of jade.
Violet.
Azure.
Onyx and cream.
Colors and tastes.
Fresh mint.
Vanilla icecream.
Sharp citrus.
Soft cheddar.
It lifts and tilts.
It floats and flies.
It wraps around my brain.
And whispers like a sigh.
It twirls through every leaf.
And jumps at every sight.
And it watches…always playing.
Creating day and night.
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