The strumming of the beat,
meshing with pressed keys.
The swinging of the lyrics,
creating an ambiance,
of relaxation,
creativity,
rejuvenation,
reflection.
Thoughts are flowing,
as though a river.
The rapids' torment slows,
relenting thoughts and feelings free.
Uneasy at times,
yet worthwhile,
and deserving.
Like a quilt with seams,
the fabricated thoughts,
are pieced together,
one at a time,
thread by thread,
stitch by stitch.
Outside in the stormy weather,
thunder cracks,
and lightening pierces,
words strike sharp,
friendships torn to pieces,
no found foundation,
only broken fragments of what was once,
jagged rocks now remain.
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