disappear into the mirror
where it takes me
my music only knows
I don't know how to be alone
the hurtful & inconvenient truth
I find beauty in the master's hand
you can't fool the youths
god only knows where the songs go
I feel the wind of my soul
the season and the leaves blow
my rain can is full
from the weeds in my heart
and the garden of my mind
time is the place I'm in
space is the empty hand
the memories of the dream
understanding the truth of my being
wondering aimlessly
through the flowers
artist in the garden
none of these flowers are alike
snowflakes on the wind of change
enough to be celebrated
observable change
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