Thank you for the music

Being born in October I am an autumn child and perhaps for that bond I find inspiration in melancholy.
I can delve in my thoughts until it stirs and draws out sadness from every bit of feeling, even happiness.
Yet there is a music in me, one that stirs from happiness in a happy sort of way.
It's like the time I am so caught up in something that I don't have time for melancholy to sit on my lap for me to nurse it.
This is spring, and exactly like the season itself.
It is so much about hope and things coming alive. It's nature coming alive and even though I may look worn out and sapped from the outside, I feel like I am blooming within.
 If only if I could renew like the peach trees and the gardens, then I'd bloom from the outside too. Spring is the beauty one feels inside.
It is the uplifting music. It is the answer. There is no end to life. It is the music that musicians leave behind to be heard again and again and again, to be re-generated and revived. So thank you for the flowers, the reawakening, inspiration, for the music I feel inside and for the music that you are.

Missing Beauty

Like thrill

from thunder

and streaks of lightening 

beauty of dried roses

and twisted thorny twigs

splendour of  

fire lit mountains 

against the cold night sky 

wish beauty visited 

me 

Not like in 

the pleasing

coo of a baby

colourful splatter

on an artist’s canvas 

exquisiteness

of a fine lady’s china 

or a well painted face 

but in decayed trees 

covered with mosses

small white flowers 

growing on a tomb

and candle melting into 

perfect beauty 

unconsciously 

where it stood