Soothing Star

My legs give out            and I sink                    onto the grassy blanket, whose thorns feel like velvet   against parched skin.         I close my eyes and    d r i f t               away..    from this cruel confinement    where fleeting time waits    for none. I am drawn awake. It’s that feeling all over again. It allays my ears, casting away the shrieks and screams that haunt them. This is the muse the world needs. Melodies and lyrics are stars to its a b y s s. The music bewitches, I tiptoe on notes dancing in octaves. I call the tune ~ I shall stay here until the music dies. For in the mansion beside my run-down hut, they begin to blow the trumpet.