The Music
I close my eyes to all the despair and worldly strife...
I sit and rock in my little rocking chair; ear buds tightly inserted like a life saving prosthetic...
I let the world rush by as I immerse myself into my last refuge...
The bass and treble... The mids and highs... The soft variances, to the percussive booms...
The timeless lyrics jet me back to where my days were longer, and things made more sense...
It was a time when my entire identity was the music... My entire being... My reason for living...
With the passing of that infernal notion we know as time, priorities have changed.
Life got very serious and stoic, but the music remained... A constant in an ever evolving world...
It is not merely an escape... It is a vehicle of transportation; transcending time and beauty...
Dismissing the harshness of reality, and launching you into a sublime world of cosmic vibrations...
What else can evoke such emotion as a lonely cello? The strings cry as they touch your very essence.
A happy melody of your youth instantly forces a smile; and you can ride the notes of a symphony like a galloping horse through endless, summer plains...
You may remove my eyes... You may cripple me, and take away everything I hold dear...
The music will always remain; if only an echo in my vacant mind...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2016
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