Rhys Lewis – Keep Me Awake

3 Hours of blinking and restless cursoring.

Just as many, just so many words spilled.

In conscientiousness. From conscientiousness.

Like drops from the ocean turned into ocean from the drops.

But. Backspaced. Deleted!

Dry. Again.

And, whatever, whatever is left, still sings to me the songs of gratitude.

 

This quiet bewitching night,

This blissful acoustic vibrations. Vibe.

This saxophones sound. Sound at all.

This peace of beckoning chaos.

Only life!