Elevator Music

ars poetica

I'm standing in an elevator.
Unearthly music swims through the air,
and my thoughts begin to squeeze,
then slowly fade.
My eyes unfocus and stare
at the silver gleam of buttons.
I keep hitting the open door button,
I want to see what's on my floor,
I want the air stuffed in my head,
to simply float from my ears,
and disappear.