The sea shimmers as if
a child,
has poured glitter in its
soft blue path.
Mountains linger over such water
and are outlined
by a china blue sky.
The sun dances across the water,
casting this magical scene.
A fisherman casts his line

Wrist sewn.
Heart torn.
Attempted suicide.
Her gun was cocked.
Her bullets locked.
Suicide’s not so easy without bullets.
Especially when you’re ready to cock and pull it.
In sudden panic she reached for her razor.

What is music?
Music is calm, soft,
like fresh grass I lay on in the spring ,
like the gentle breeze that plays its symphony.
That’s what music means to me.

as the snow flies around me
i wonder why
this cold winter day brings back memories
maybe it was the hot chocolate
or the holiday cheer
or maybe
just maybe
it was the snow
the snow
laying on the ground
melting into the earth