Poem for music

the stanza's aren't weird. sad. oh well

I feel it

Pulsing and moving

The rhythm

It pentrates deep into the black

Forcing

You

To see

The daker pieces

Of you

Of me

Of Humanity.

It ignites something

A passion

A desire

A taste that can't be shaken

We let it claim us

Consume us

And
We

Cherish it

It supports us

When no man can do it

We depend on it for strength

To understand the Rawness of it

Of our emotions

The good and bad

The black and white

The colors left unseen.

Haunting melodies

Lyrics that leave kisses against the skin.

It saves us

Without knowledge

Just what it does

Without it

This world would grow dark

Be swallowed by a chasm of sorrow

It speaks the words
Our hearts can't bare to say

Feel it with me?

Won't you?

This poison that saves.

That draws us in...

With a Siren's call

But instead of drowning us within a death

It drowns us into a saftey net.

Into a world safe

From any outside intrusions

Each of us hear it differently

Feel it differently

Define it differently

But we all love it

We all need it

It is different

But then so are we

That's why it fits

It changes

And

Grows.

To always meet the pulse of our hearts.

To remind us we are never alone

We get lost in her silky waves

In the hypnotic trance of her movement

She wraps around each of us

And we all our held captive here

But none of us complain

It's something we have come to admire and to crave

That is the power she has over everyone

A super hero who listens and cares

Without truly speaking words to us

Her pulse

Tempo

rhythm

Beats

And coveted melodies

Without her we would be lost

Estranged

In this bleak abyss

She is

Music.