Mellow death of soul...

Whining,
crashing,
the great stillness of sound.
The colorful array of notes hits my head
and nothing exists outside this place.

Seeing,
ever seeing the pain inside
wanting to heal,
just breathing in the pain once again.

Now the depression has turned inspiring
still lingering over my head
but different now.
Still painful
but somehow soothing.

There is no end to it
and I wonder if there ever was a beginning;
not remembering
or ever seeing one.

Sinking into myself with every beat of the drum,
joyous return
mellow death of soul.
still hurting,
but somehow full.

Immersed again
in this world of imaginative reality.

Love without pain
is a world without music
without words
without pages
or color.

As the pain grows
so does the capacity for life,
for love,
for reality.