Monthly Archives: January 2014


With every fleeting beat,

I am hung on the chords.


Fueling my pulse,

Inside me it swarms.


The rhythm becomes a current,

to which I must follow.


it holds me in its power.


Each note sends a wave,

creating a wall of beautiful magic.

It crashes into me,

in many ways dramatic.


Prickling every fiber

and filling my soul,

It causes me,

to lose all control.