8.6.12

How many much longer can such beauty continue to break my heart? I know no such glorious aching as when I am confronted with sublimity, and with beauty. The lingering sound of a ringing piano key in the still, silent air. Or the radiance of a soprano piercing even the light of the sun. The way of paint as it slowly mingles and dances with water. It is like embracing a lover and the way bodies were made for one another's. My mind flies from my body to rest amidst the clouds of unearthly color in awe. Truly, I cant take it in. I sit here on the floor, having abandoned the painting of the wall under the influence of such a breathtaking sound. Restless abandon I shall die, I shall die. If I am to die, my wish is to die of being overwhelmed by beauty in a thousand times the grandeur I have known, the effect of such at last breaking my heart, my mind at last truly flying above the clouds.