Snowy lines of dreams to the hidden sound of light
‏Rainy lines and silent sounds
Life in slow-motion these weeks between writing and reading
Winter nights
I do think of you
like a percussion loop in my brain
From your closed eyelids...
soothing melodies falls out...‏
Let me know...
what you think...
what you want...
what you wonder...
what you like...
what you feel...
what is in your amazing head...
...

YOU
(and pad sounds, like song intros would lasts for a day.)