poem: Music Weavers by Daisy Sidewinder

Weaving magic music
with old guitar strings,
creating new dimensions
invisible but there,
forming playgrounds for
iridescent creatures
in the miracle worlds.

letting the sun
slide into the cave
slowly, showing the shadows
to themselves and
showing them
the crystals in the
once dark walls,
giving life to
whispy dormant thoughts
and visions of wonders
beyond my sight.