Threshold

It's spring or the threshold of it at least the moment before the desecent. It's similar to being in a dream. Someone played piano today and as they played I wrote the images it intilled in me. A whole underwater palace was waiting for me. I decided to come to a conclusion about this( just cause I could and always do) The person whose fingertips can create whole worlds for people has a talent. Did I tell this person? No. Ummm oh yeah the conclusion. What I mean to get to eventually is. The person doesn't boast of any artistic talent but can paint the ivory. With all the colours of nature