The Helmsman

The cold bites into my flesh

The rain gives rise to complaint

My soul, the helmsman of a ship

Falling and rising above the many waves of thoughts

Some high and spiteful

Spitting froth, stinging my eyes

Some low and deceitful

Lulling me to the reefs

Yet still I hold onto the wheel

Guiding the ship so that it does not sink

Music Everywhere

The falling of raindrops

Causes the piano notes to play

When I’m outside in the forests

And it’s raining

It’s the most beautiful sound

You could ever imagine