Take the word "Music" and write whatever comes to mind.

8 mins

The rhythm ran. It jumped and spun and twirled and flew. The words tumbling out of her mind, overflowing from an endless fountain of metaphoric wonder. The never-ending bass beat thumping in time with her heart: never stop, ever on. Tumbling deeper and deeper into the pool, sucking her in, but she didn't care. All she thought, all she felt, all she knew and all she was was the melody. Then, the tune changed, shifting like two colours of smooth paint blending together seamlessly. As it smoothed itself out, as did the girl. The rapid running and dancing melted into something else, softer, smoother, sanding down the rough, jagged edges of the song. Now it flowed and dripped, water-like, silk-like. She spun slower and the words escaping her mouth were gentle and whispered, like fine velvet. The blood roaring in her ears slowed until it only trickled like a stream. The thumping of her heart and the beat all but ceased.

Until it did...