That Song

That song that flows in space around me, And mends my deepest, troubled holes, A tangible cloud of ecstasy, That pulls me in and fills my soul. It lifts me up toward the stars, Past shining buildings, planets, cars. Like coming up for air while swimming, And holding on, while life is spinning. This melody, this precious art, It snakes its way into my heart. And flows through veins of weak defeat, Just feel that steady, golden beat. A trip to momentary bliss, A temporary second home. A piano note, the string of guitar, That makes me feel much less alone. The switch gets flipped, the song is over, This golden hue goes back to brown. You’re yanked back to reality, Loud silence then comes crashing down.