Deep Flow

As the rostrum of the Infiniti blues;

Comes live as the orchestra of;

The dark clouds unleash those;

Thunders from the drums played;

Accompanied by the backstage;

Dusky zephyrs slings down those;

Drizzle caulked with;

Those musical notes;

As the vehement soul;

Cruising through;

Deep blue Infiniti down;

Elegantly captures those notes;

On to the white Infiniti, ceased;

Into the glass bottle thrown into;

The blues; As the epoch drive those;

Tunes along with the ebbs reach;

Another soul waiting along the shore;

To sling those tunes into life.