Shining Like Silver

She felt like glass,

hidden by the rain,

cold like steel,

shining like silver. 

The Chase

I chase. 

I chase things that make my heart beat faster; a rhythm, a beat, that which makes my soul dance. 

I chase.

I chase vision and sound, one note, one stroke, and then the next and the next.... For that is music. That is art. 

I chase. 

I chase that which hunts me, for the hunter will forever be the prey. As I am the predator. As I am hunted by thought, and emotion, by passion and sensation; by a mind, and a soul.