Awoken by a sweet sound;
The stereo playing at my head.
A few seconds after,
The song registers somewhere inside,
Lyrics memorized
After a thousand listenings,
Play in my head.
Repeating for the one thousand and first time,
Like the shot of a machine gun.
The words rocket through my mind,
One after another.
Strung together
In beautiful analogies,
Metaphors and similes dance
In and out like miniature ballerinas.
In the masterful dance playing out in my mind
Music is the King
This Music speaks to me,
The way a comforting friend may.
Providing a shoulder which I can lean on
He will never let me fall.
In the darkest hours
Music is my shelter.
Safety is found,
And in the carefully woven words
I’m brought to a place
Where words form havens
And anything is possible.
