Crash Dream

Music is playing, kids are singing, baby is sleeping.
The lite is red.
Stopped
A crash, movement, spinning, another crash we stop
The baby is crying, kids are screaming
The music keeps playing
Light are flashing, voices are calling
Kid are yelling, the baby is crying
The music keeps playing
Smock, voices, unable to move
The kids are yelling, the baby is crying
The music keeps playing
Fire, metal bending, glass braking, voices
My kids are calling, the baby is crying
The music keeps playing
Something worm on my face, water sprays over can't see
Kids are quiet, baby is crying
The music keeps playing
Voices, they took them,
Baby is crying far from me
I am worm, I can see, I am standing
The music keeps playing
Kids are safe, baby is safe
One last breath, I can rest, I am free
The music keeps playing

Inspiration in many forms. Music is the challenge. Here is my Idea. Whether it ends in word or an adaptation of a photo or I may even draw again. It is a start.

It has been so long. I no longer know what I have inside. Hiding from what ever may criticize. It has been to long and I am so looking forward to making the most of what I have in me. My baby will play whether the notes make a song or just a sound he likes. I may be laking in skill, but I will not stop playing