she's the music

The 9-foot grand hangs suspended from titanium wires, a hundred feet above the mountain's crest. She stands with her hands lifted skyward, stretching her arms, back arched, watching the spectacle through squinting eyes as the sun pierces the sky in kaleidoscopic prisms. She sees it through till its gentle landing in the tufty alpine grass, meditating a gleaming sort of wonder, that two of the most beautiful things can exist in a single dimension at a single time. She pulls up the lopsided piano bench, smiles the most fundamental thank you to the person behind the wheel as the engine speeds away, and lowers her hands to the keys.

She closes her eyes as Chopin springs back to life, as the time is counted by the music- midday, beating sun to late afternoon to a violet sunset- and the Schumann concerto ushers in the stillness of dusk. The music is vitality, it shimmers, sparkles, shouts, speaks true conviction as words can't, and she narrates what it is to be alive from atop the mountain, and she is vitality, and the music is her.

you win some; you lose some

Since when do I savor
the curling smoke of a passing cigarette?

Momentarily relive the grimy charm of
Vans Warped Tour
and revel in it- just a smell?

My stomach in knots
My disposition, turbulent

Why am I always so turbulent?
Why am I passionate to the brink of chaos?

Sometimes I can't stand it.

Words burn in my mind
Why do I share my essence of self so
freely
when Social Construction dictates
I lie?

yes, I'm mad
so mad, I'm boiling
yet so tragically sad
tragically confused
Wait- but why then am I mad

Maybe I could handle saying
the words if I
got an apology first
Either way I'm an eternal fool
Who am I to embrace something
I know is true?

Happy 22nd to a girl of the universe- and thanks, also, for our beautiful friendship

Can I manage a few lines of magic?

Could they ever glimmer vitality

as the refracting moments, elastic

that we share in dramatic alacrity?

We embody a world we create

a winking kaleidoscope encompassing

Our wild dreams, free thoughts, true peace, soul mates

Save we have no compass, we're left puzzling

over smiles and blue summer dresses

At tea with fine china, I knock over

My cup and saucer, we laugh at the mess

A hundred years back in fields of clover

We whistle now in the great wilderness

From the depths of our being we proclaim

A tale of unimaginably vigorous

adventure: peace, love, happiness aflame

While you, my dear, suffer most beautifully

Because you are so inherently good.

You, a world in your own rite, truly

Soul, gem, waterfall, in perfection stood

We whistle and sing, as we always will

In dazzling conviction- You are my kindred spirit

and I love you like I love the mountains, till

time stops, but even then, without limit-

Happy happy birthday, Amara, my brilliant friend!

Here's to a year all the best- to discover, explore, transcend.

To a year of luck, happiness, prosperity, growth, truth, friendship, love, and of course, always, vitality. <3