a portrait of emotional symphony

in this picture book
all i'm trying to see
is an unrehearsed symphony,
it stands on display
an image that fades to grey
i remember it much brighter,
so much more purple,
i can't escape from this
this tender affection,
intense as it seems to be
the composition of a perfect tune
never seems to melt my pride,
how marvelous..
it is to see that illumination,
a delicate display of wonder
the indefinite harmony
a portrait oh so pure,
just the reflection
drowns out my conciousness,
imaginations seem so distant
when the essense of reality fills
so delicate is the picture
no reason nor rhyme
can comprehend,
but what inspires emotion
lies in that portrait...
of emotional symphony

-isaac-