When eyelids dip deeply and
breathing finds peace,
muscles sigh sweetly
and mind
starts to feast
on ideas still folded and
stored high in haste
unwrapped now in
secret
and savored in taste;
Then music spills fluid,
staining the air
with both brilliant patterns
and memories so fair;
The richest of moments
that grant me my
fill
are those I rest softly
imagining,
still.
