HexyJinx

Chimes jolt me into a dream, the soft echoing of strings take me to a memory, back into what has now come to be, The melodious pipes encourage my steps, showing me a yore of myself, my past, my roots, my beginning. The pulsation of sounds encourage my amble, I walk with no direction letting the beat guide my wander, with the sounds of my yesterday that taunt my curiosity, I continue aimless into a mist of sonance, walking, striding, I hope to stumble with my felicity. Strings echo, winds cry, yearning for my presence enchanting beats harass my memories, the dying echoes of musical zephyr reunite my soul to a reality i do not w