Turning my music up so loud, that I can't hear the world
All I see would be the music
As I break it apart like grapes off of the vine
Piece by piece
Rift by rift
Experiencing each violin stroke
Every beat on the drum
Just like the berry
The darker it gets
The sweeter it becomes
It is literally music to my ears
Music to my soul
Not realizing where I am
What I am
Nor who I am
Just those grapes on the vine
As I pick and pluck at each crescendo
My heart races
As if it's my heart beat matches the mezzo forte pulse of the silk that flows between my two ears
Rewriting over those fears
Blessing my tears
So now they're from a happier place
This moment right here is the only real thing that matters
I don't feel this worn out couch, where I'm sitting
But I tremble at the treble of the bass that reminds me how to be present
As I bloom, I bring the berries back to the vine
Bringing the parts all together
Realizing how each instrument
Each sound
Each second
Forms this piece of art which you can no longer escape from again.
