There is just something about the music.
That takes you to a place somewhere deep inside your head.
Somewhere dark and muted.
where the vista is in sepia and your thoughts are in Black&White. And red.
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.