World of music

 

I walk in a world of music,

as I let the soundtrack

continue through my days.

I fade the sounds from outside,

and turn up the songs in my ears.

Forming an orchestra in my head.

 

A symphony of guitars and drums,

soaring vocals and

low down bass line strums.

I feel the flow of

sound move through my limbs.

A single organism, moving to the beat.

A release, but also a hiding place,

a safe space, and a dancefloor

where I’m centre stage.

 

I find that the sound filters

the verbal rivers of anxiety,

The doubt that twitches through me.

The soundless screams of my mental seas.

I let the soundwaves envelop me,

lifting and falling,

drifting buoyantly out to solitude

in a boat made of memories.

 

I blend it all into my thoughts,

until I’m thinking

quicker,

sifting through mind litter

to find some treasure.

 

I couple the meanings

and the moments,

the memories and the

awoken imagination.

To create friction.

A struck match of inspiration.

Flames licking the air,

blending both truth and fiction,

imagined worlds with real stories living there.

My mind swirling it all

into a world through which

we can walk.

Our feet dancing to the beat

I’m loudly playing in here.

And I let the sound drop,

to just a single voice,

 

speaking...