roof-edges and sky-reflecting windows

I've been listening to Jelly Roll Morton for a while. I even fell asleep at night and woke up with him still playing about making a pallet on the floor. This is the spring time music to me. Last time I felt the right playback for life was in Ljubljana park, where actual spring has begun to me this year. I don't care about the new years or christmas. Life starts in spring and I believe in nightingales, silent steps and sweet piano sounds. In this state of mind people start writing poetry I think. But I would rather just wander around with that crazy inner smile and look up to the roof-edges and sky-reflecting windows of the old Vilnius town.