Coated beneath the colors of mind-altering explorations, lay the sound –
not quite music –
but which peels out the vibrations of hope –
vibrato unperceived by the blunt tools.
A trickle of letters each day will collect in some dry well –
over time there will be flooding.
A vision to landscape with a bellow of the drum –
transform the limited and restrictive hollow.
It will become a solid reality –
an expansive lake of words encased within ice,
hardened by the next morning –
dry then damp,
calm then strong,
low then chaotic –
The mood changes in the metamorphosis.