Happy 20th to my sister muse, with warmth of heart.

Shall I spin a tale for the birthday girl?
For the most vibrant ardente ginger?
Nah; it's more catching glimpse her fleeting twirl
Hopping cross oceans, bright lands she conjures.

Unfortunately tonight's not the case-
Finals bring dreary ag'nizing grounding
But 'las- imagination paints a place
We sit on the edge of L'Italy and sing.

I love Paris in the Rain, I love Par
'is in the rain, cause when it rains and rains
We 'change words as lucky parcels rare
Awaiting the moment to board the train

For there's a world out there we'll inspire-
Together we shall spark the brilliant fire.

<3

Beethoven once said

"Don't only practice your art
but force your way into its secrets
for it and knowledge
can raise men to the divine."

music

sits under my eyelids

basks 'cross the windowsill

warm

stretching round the notes

of a yesterday already gone

melodies glance off windowpanes

filling the air

colors

soar through drizzling rain

lighting the skies

with vigor.

A vitality

throbs

a  pulse

disposition perhaps?

sweeping 

falling

so sweet it hurts

up

down

time counts the pendulum

from the pole of the universe

the sky darkens

but the vivid cannot

indefinitely live in shadow

all will be victorious

when time decides

inevitable, that

all-encompassing joy

yearning hearts collide

in that wonderful wash of sound.

I guarantee

your life is beautiful

when Beethoven's the narrator.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJ_fkw5j-t0

'tis a new year

What better way to spend it
than the slopes
in frigid air
exhaling clouds
bindings ache
but at a certain point
in the late afternoon
that doesn't matter.
There is no fear
just us
and the mountain
flying by
a mad rush
exhilaration
as the space between
us and the bottom
closes up.
We have cinnamon fried
chicken,
then drive through
the night,
making our one
stop at a farm,
watch the light show,
lit-up candy canes,
Christmas trees,
nativity scenes,
we drive through
glowing arches
and are
once again
enveloped
by the music
as the dragon-eyed
moon sees us
the way to home.