off top: part 8; perfect

[virgolectual]

i heard a great man speak of a perfect instrumental
capable of inspiring the greatest creative lifeforms
from the crevices of any mental
treasure chest...the greatest muse, i'll wager
and you can bet that anything i write to that
will blaze the blue skies from the page; her
beauty and magnificence will shine through like
a sunbeam through a prism

refracting and dissipating...
rays of lust and infatuation, entangled with
beams of love and dedication, intertwined with
flashes of respect and admoration
all from a single inspiration

symphonically ironic, because the very
things you represent are the things
music shouldn't
a hint of your scent brings up vivid memories of our future
while your soft touch against my ear
drives me to the furthest point of insanity

but to my perfect instrumental,
i promise i haven't heard you yet
and i sit here, pen trembling, waiting
making sure that when i find you, i'm set
because i just might write my life to you...