My heart leaps along with the violin.

My mind is cleared.

There is hope everywhere.

My cats glance up from their cat tree.

Is she finally writing after a long break?

Get it all out. Ideas bloom in my imagery garden.

I examine from all sides and choose a setting.

Words dance with each other. I nod my head to the music.

We are never truly alone. There is always poetry and books to escape in.

Just bring down the walls

and let the beauty in.