Something about music.

There's something about music.

Which terrifies me.

Was that unexpected?

Well,

I’m strange.

I have strange feelings towards things,

And don’t get me started about my mind,

Which contemplates,

Quite absurd subjects,

Sometimes driving myself crazy,

Until I can,

Sort of break free for a moment,

And laugh at the,

Beauty of it,

Even my thoughts,

Which seem to plague me at times,

But really are a blessing,

With no disguise,

They are beautiful,

But yes,

Music,

Oh,

What is it about it,

It feels as if,

The part of me,

Which lives for music,

Just lives for it,

Everyday,

I look forward,

To that first vibration,

Which will reverberate in my ear,

Oh it’s immaculate,

When conditions are right,

I’ve done my mindful morning routine,

And sipped on my coffee,

And now,

I’ve appeased my mind,

So that,

The music can enter undisturbed,

And it’s,

Possessive,

For lack of a better word,

The music will control me,

My body,

Will move,

In synchronicity,

And sort of a wave,

Will inundate me,

I will feel,

My whole system be expanded,

Is this the feeling,

I know it is,

But a part of me,

Is scared of music,

And me being a musician,

Or even someone,

That avidly loves music,

To share my music,

Seems like such a personal task,

As if I’m exposing the inner most part of me,

But Gosh darn,

Is this where the secret lies.