Your fingers are magically making music. This is something mine have never committed to. What does it feel like? How do you maintain? Where is your heart and what lays within?
As you play and I watch I catch a glimpse of you. Your soul through your eyes. Your life in a mer second. Your love, faith, and passion. What does this moment mean?
Your smile shines like a yellow sunflower and a glorious morning. It shivers within me and seems to seek something magical. Something within myself that has been turned off.
Signs and Non-signs, Words and Non-words, Glimpses and Non-glimpses speak to me within my confused and heartbroken soul. What should I say or not say? What should I do or not do? How should I act or not act? Where should I be or not be? and What should I feel or not feel?
This fantastic hope and wonderous change has brightened my soul and opened my heart. Is it too early as I suppose it is? Is it beyond desire or in the midst of love? Is it a passion to be loved or a passion to love? Will it exist or fade away as the rain washes our souls?
What is this feeling and how is it here after so long? Why is confusion so tantilizing and true to life? What should I be, feel, care, love, and live for and where does it all come from?
Paula Shelby August 23, 2006
