Two worlds, inside and out.

Bach plays background
for Shakespeare’s mid summers night and last nights movie.
He says “Ok, so you get to pick the movies more often”.
Chosen for a story of inspiration;
How one artist may have been inspired.

No guns or violence; fuel scented,
metal twisting, broken body bloody,
fiery crashes,

just a maybe story of what could have happened
in one woman’s journey within
to find her talent, her unedited self.

Those that take the journey
see it for what it is; a waking dream,
a wandering through dim rooms,
when something opens a door or window;
illumination, awakening, inspiration, a muse.

That piece is born real out of clouds.
Transformed from wisps of fleeting thoughts
so hard to hold made solid by pen, paper, paint, canvas.
Music for eyes, ears, mind;
fuel for the outside world.

I feel so dizzy,
an ache at the temples and down the jaw.

Waiting for a call or visit to define my worth at work.

Listening to Bach to relax and inspirer.
A conduit of learning ,
develop those synapses that reach
into the folds of my storehouse
to deposit more or extract some.

Reviewing algebra,
preparing for a crushing crash of calculus,
10 weeks of Hell crammed into 4.

What have I done?!

Thinking of Shakespeare,
dreaming of a mid summers night – Wanting to get lost in it.

Writing instead.