Trilobite

All her senses where listening
To the soft and tender tones
A sorround in glittering colours
In the cave of her mind

Enjoying the art that had been created before her eyes
Suddenly she wanted more

(She wanted to feel it, to feel the joy)

Trembling fingers all over her ace
She wanted to tingle
Like she did when she listen to the music
And when she rested her eyes on someting beautiful

Had she gone to far?

Suddenly she felt away silly

She wanted badly as
She sadly closed her eyes
Madly she sank down into the mud

Somebody has to save her and break the spell

She could feel
The art of living and the art of dying

All her senses where listening
To the soft and tender tunes...