The
smell of music
is a meadow of fragrant flowers.
The golden wheat fields
wave and bow before me.
The air swirls and wraps me
in an invisible embrace.
Softly whispering words of
enchantment, it begins to sing.
Chanting ethereal lyrics and
making my hair twirl in an
ecstatic frenzy before my eyes,
urging me to join them in their
wild rhythmic movements.
Laughing, I raise my hands
to the heavens and let the
mystical notes guide my body.
I hear the cheers of the
Wild West Wind and I smile.
I am One with the Earth,
the Sky, the Stars.
I am truly alive.
To The Bee Gees:
"Your songs make me feel more than
"alive". It makes me feel truly happy.
