Once Upon A Wandering Mind

This realm of rain
Grey sky and cloud
It's quite and peaceful
Safe, allowed.

I hear the stories
The secrets in ink
The pages that call
Are the missing link.

Beethoven, black coffee
Dark fire and ice
Sweet strings and composers
Old friends that entice.

Lovers and enemies
Pain and prose
The humanity, the passion
That history knows.

Quiet brilliance
Images, thoughts and ideas
Artists and angels
Calm bohemian fears

Why do we love what
Never was,
What never can be?
Amidst the thrill of creation
We're truly free