La Musique

I didn't have much to write about today so... I thought I would write something. ps... this is really rough, but it'll do.





The notes encompass my soul,
The feeling of the song wraps around my thoughts,
Making me feel the music so much that I seem to drift away.
The rhythm cradles me and rocks me to its soft, slow, beat…
Dah…dah…dah…dah… dah…dah…dah…dah…
my eyes close to help focus on the place the music takes me to,
soft, serene… feeling the emotion of the song without physically having to go through the experience again.
“What am I to you? Tell me darling true. To me you are the sea, vast as you can be, deep the shade of blue”
and he was… the sea… as vast as one could be, and deep like the color of the ocean…
At first just teasing me with light waves splashing on my feet… but of course I wanted more…To feel the water surround me… and I dove in head first… too deep…
I was lost in him, wishing he would see me the way I saw him,
Knowing he never would, because like the sea, he had an agenda all his own that I could not even begin to sway.
As much as I pushed and kicked the waves kept pushing me back further and further, while simultaneously pulling me deeper and deeper.
Until finally I was helplessly caught in the current and drowning in him…
No sense of up or down, no idea of where I was besides in his world…
So I gave up and just allowed myself to be carried by the current.
To bask in the freedom of the weightlessness of his world, where I no longer pulled the strings, where he had full control.
My world being a distant memory that was too far to try and return to now and to mesmerized to care...
So I float…lost…weightless…nothing mattered anymore… simply, consumed by him…
So entranced that I forget that I needed to breathe… dangerously close to completely losing myself in this vast unknown bliss.
and in the nick of time he pushed me ashore and I remembered, before it was too late, to breathe.
Left ashore naked, alone, cold, lying on sharp rocks, reminding me that real life hurts and that I can’t stay afloat forever.
I have to be able to walk alone.
So I pick my self up, stumbling, and seemingly heavier than before.
Gaining my consciousness and strength back with every step…
And since then I have been afraid of the ocean…
Only allowing myself to splash in the shallow waves,
Fearing to go any further than ankle deep.
“What am I- to you?” the song slowly fades as reality slowly reemerges in the silence.



Maya Angelou said it best... "Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness"