Motions pervade the hustling spaces

seeming huddled together about and below this luxury nook perched on the edge of this parchment of noisy civilization; cocooned from the arm rest of mother nature

I watch the scenes with my ears

i play the tunes of this desperate butterfly

echoing the need of simple and complicated kinds alike

with feelings tethered by a common invisible hand

calling for my attention

screaming for all souls

the seemingly gentler feel of her 2am music

heralds the bashful babbles of all her many day songs