As my days keep rolling on a film.I keep running up a hill.When a static note hits the terrain.A crisp melody comes in play. The piecesets the very moment in stone. Every noteI play changes the rhythm of reality. As Iclose my eyes this nectar song becomesa pebble skipping down a stream. How Ireappear in the shuffling streets. Where themoon-lit-up sky drains out sunlight into anavy breeze.