Every drop I ear

Every drop I ear, from every leaf, every single sound I ear, the voice in the enchanted mind, makes me drift. Noises are blocked by the world in ascension in my mind; the piano takes me through buses and cars like they were sculptures of a world of metallic heart and tragedy…or treachery. Abstraction takes all the nonsense to a temporary recycle bin, were they will stay as long the sound cruises through my body. It makes me wonder, makes me smile the chaotic vision that my eyes provide from the hasty street. I still like to ride my carpet of emotions through this hurried existence, stop time and observe oblivion taking peaces of broken hearts, forgotten by time: wasted love, lost to dead, dead of love…
Each beat commands my pace. The melody wires my legs and commands my attention.
I feel pain, the music is gone; I’ve run out of battery, I hit the reality.