Dilettante's Melody

I sit in stillness, cradling what I have in my hands as I watch the fish swim back and forth in the tank; as I think of the flowers reaching for light; as I think of how everything feels out of touch, out of sight.

I can feel these eyes hanging around like constellations, guarding me as I weave through a symphony of symbols, each one a fleeting passion caught in my gaze throughout my days.

In the chaos of nature I find a rhythm, a melody that never quite finishes but hums eternally within. This is my world - a balance between creation and contemplation; always in motion yet never bound to a single tune that frees me from the tide pulled by the moon.

I am free from everything.

By Whiteyedcat