The constant sound of dripping water fills the empty air with geometric waves that coalesce into a vision. It is an amazing vision, absolutely stunning in its clarity and meaning. It plays with it’s freedom of expression by transposing into different shades of color, expanding and contracting into unimaginable forms, carrying with it the echo of the drop left behind.
Regardless of the magnificence it displays, no-one notices it’s presence. It presses close to the face of those around it, caressing their skin with a light breeze. It swirls and retreats from the chaos of being brushed aside from their oblivious motion. Moaning in a sweet whisper it climbs to the sky to avoid neglect, searching for something, anything that will rejoice in its existence.
