A beautiful heart is one that seeks no answer

for its special queries

And yet thirsts the full understanding of the musical score

Which soars magically through the trees

And lands, who know where, somewhere real within that dream

Within the sharply contrasting fantasy

On the wings that design their endless etchings

Deep within the caverns of my mind.

As fireworks light the skies with fantastic colors and sound

The musical score pierces the night air

Gently like the trees that sway to and fro

As if succumbing to the rhythm the dream sets in motion.