Provacation of the Soul

It plays heavy. Spinning around my feet are off the ground. Clouds are a haze, blue limited by white. It's blowing through me, taking away the layers, piece by piece. Closing my eyes its a warm summer glow, my heart skips, my hands grip. The beat is simple and marvels the soul. Emptiness finds no home where sound exists and penetrates the body. Racing through the veins, pulsating and exploring, never-ending, never-beginning. Eyes to the sky and its pitch black with stars. Smiles abound and the melody plays on. So beautiful and alive, ones toes curl in blissful feeling. To find the puzzle piece to match this soul, one who embraces the passion with a fierce intensity: perfection.