as the rain sings

as the clouds dance upon my memory

where do I get inspiration from?

where does the sky turn blue

and where does the yellow of the Sun

come toward me as the frost of the Winter

in all of it's white sparkle lead to the tender

drops of Rain?

voices and past sounds speak to me in

spaces and places as the tap of the drops

splashes into a circle of purity

and the delicate groove has a harmony

alll unto itself