A Beautiful Place

My mind can be filled
with sunshine, blue skies and birds chirping in the forest green 

It can also be filled with the most erratic jazz
painted in drizzles black white and yellow 
thrown in the erratic way in which jazz plays 
awakening my sleeping ear drums with a fright

and then of course
there are times
it's filled with the most
beautiful butterflies 

there are also times
it's simply filled with the colour black.