• It's in the music.
    That lovely and lofty sound,
    that raptures me in sweet serenade.
    I quickly become lost in this,
    a muse I've long forgotten.

    Joyously, I become ensconced,
    with every passing syllable.
    All the happy notes,
    whizzing gleefully around my head,
    rousing begotten thoughts.

    Then, when completely inebriated by true beauty,
    I think of things lost to me;
    happiness, sadness, and love.
    Things I've so carelessly done the injustice
    of totally suppressing.

    Slowly the memories...the feelings,
    flood gently to mind;
    flowing like soft silk.
    Memories of him...
    Memories of her...

    All as sweet and gentle,
    as tears of the April skies.
    A deluge of wonder,
    warm and enchanting;
    I am lost.

    All things become a blur.
    My thoughts are a slave to the tempo.
    Life halts and speeds around me.
    What is this?
    No doubt some kind of magic.

    Oh, sweet reverie
    bemoaned by sin though you are,
    will still not stay?
    Stay with me, despite my flaws?
    Despite my sin?

    For we can sit and listen,
    to that of which brought you to light;
    something decadent and ambrosial,
    a beauty unequivocally matched.
    Let's listen to the music, and live some more.