Music Surround
In the darkness
I hear a sound
The soft strains of music
Comforting and familiar I reach for it
I feel the beat and rhythms around me
Soft chords, major, minor
They coerce me to play
Invisible hands coax me to reach
To reach for my flute, my saxophone, my voice
No matter what it never fails
Never fails to make me feel wanted
I need the music
I need it when I’m scared
I need it when I’m happy
I need it always
Never take the music
Never take my core
This poem is about:
Me