Dreaming to Brahms

Two violins, cello and viola in B minor opus 115 - allegro.. painting an  iridescent sonicscape...
No sound escapes my lips..
I stare at the sound in sightless wonder..
..It is textured.
...
     So many emotions and thoughts rushing through.. most a fleeting glimpse  before it is lost into the abyssic depths of my mind..all in the name of progress...did understand the beauty of a
raindrop once.. god in the details? layers of acres of fields of pain....beautiful pain.. for darkest skies... so much beautiful love in the world..
..such a haunting clarinet.. pain flowing through like an everlasting
stream.. so aware.. so awake.. such beautiful miserable pain.. I can
touch it if I move my hand in front of me... in swooping motions... the
timbre.. so lush ...so.....sensual.
    Black and vivid.. the strings all fall in place.. the sound of the
music rushing through my mind....bass notes humming to itself.. rumbling
and crashing on a sea of my making... the tears still stream
down..sometimes... I wipe them semi-ashamed... So much colorful love in
me I feel.. yet I am unable to paint a portrait.. maybe I don't really
feel love.. maybe I imagine it.. I walk through a forest
of fog and mist..pick up a wild berry....pearly dew on the surface.. so
lucid and crystal...diamonds.. on an opalescent shimmering surface.. I
touch it and it explodes.. a million shards of sparkling beauty..what
are these esoteric emotions...
    Fragments...her opium eyes looking up through raven fire.. a
questioning look... and textured waterfalls of darkness weaving in and
waving out and cascading around..
Nothing else here just me, the rain and Brahms.