Where Music Takes Us
it is the direct opposition
to the string
that makes the violin sing
it is the reverberation of the lips
that makes jazz trumpets strip
down to the core of soul
as the music swallows us whole
in the thump of the drum
i am left stalled and numb
as the music overwhelms me
my body dies
my spirit free
as I rise an octave or two
- emotions
smoky and blue
I am taken from here
to there
to nowhere
nowhere – as it does not exist
here, tangible
it cannot be found or bent
indestructible
this place of being
- eye unseen
yet heart explores it
freely
- so free
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