So I figured I should end the month on a happier poem, nothing angsty here. If you've been following along with me then you know how much music helps me write, helps me change my mood, just helps me. So this is what that's about.
I am as peaceful as a Hindu cow
until the moment that beat pulses the floor
and the words penetrate my ears,
I am empowered with
a rage and a fury
that only the wind knows the language of.
I am engulfed and filled to burst,
a drowning victim
no longer fighting the current of
the crushing oblivion.
I know nothing
outside of this perfect moment,
created just for me.