when the first silver string snaps in discorded reverberations
ineffable expressions illuminating through the mirror of melodies
colors of the wind taking me to the sanctuary of silence playing its chords
kaleidoscopic voices transitioning into prismatic spaces and rooms
ethereal contact with the mountain music lying dormant
unleashing me from the chambers, unreserved energies
intertwining with your constellations and orbiting through our paths
unmasking the draperies, unprotecting myself from all the dents and fractures
and let the most delicate rawness be bathed in sunlight
