Stressed and anxious, unable to sleep
Tensing at the slightest sound,
I don my headphones once again
And enter a world so profound.
Eyes are useless, only darkness to see.
The pulses and beats always coursing around.
The mind reacts swiftly, to the wondrous noise
And fashions together a world made of sound.
Things move on their own, I have no control,
Converging and dancing in such harmony.
I simply lie back, and drift off in my world
Encapsulated as I hear the melody.