In this place that is silent
my drug of choice appears,
as strings play a song
that preys upon my ear.
🎶🎻🎶
Holding the strings time
the drums dance a beat,
rolling through my mind
like a million little feet.
🎶🥁🎶
With a high-pitched wind
the brass howl a tone,
that woods answer beautifully
with an addictive cry their own.
🎶🎷🎶
And as this sonata moves
throughout this symphony,
so does my lonely soul,
dance in instrumental key.
🎶🕺🎶
Where I wait in amazement
as my virgin ears bleed,
until the climax erupts
in a blue Rhapsody.
🎶🎹🎶
And upon the very last crash
silence lingers near,
and for the narcotic I fiend
the craving disappeared.
🎶🎵🎼🎵🎶
©chrisjones
C