Musings of a melodic mind

Sentimental silence caresses my lips,
Symbolic imagery drifting in the barge of imagination,
Amid the sea of semi conscious thought,
Take a moment to to zoom out and smell the rose,
From whence it’s raindrop resides.

Delicate aromas of fiction clashing with the cool air of reality,
Watch as they take shape in a spiral tinting the world we see,
See the leaf drop onto the death barge of air sent to its eternal grave,
Slowly losing color the leaf returns to the world and is complete once more.

All things follow a separate path in their existence yet all converge,
Lines of a song sheet that move freely until they themselves become the notes played,
Deep rhythmic tempo of the base drum becomes light and gentle as it ages,
All things return to one and so all things are the limbs of what came before

Now look again upon the rose and no longer a plant is seen,
For so intertwined are we to that which exists around us that in the petals
We may reflect ourselves and dream to one day be like that delicate rose
The thought provoking beauty that lets the mind wander free.