I listen to a certain melody to bring me somewhere,
need to step out of where I am,
perhaps an escape,
one might call it a sojourn,
only works when I can find my right rhythm,
my beat, my way of departing from my real place,
into that world of imagination.
I use music to get me there,
but it can take a lot of hours,
just like the many days that have passed,
those that I recall when the words and tones of music
help me return to that place,
cold or bitter with the pain of my reality,
I can still find myself there.
I listen to music to bring me home again,
to that place we’re only supposed to go when we are ready to be there,
I suppose it is like a journey to another time,
that imagined pedestal too high to climb.
I have my music as a sort of blanket,
that one to suffice when emotions raw I can’t handle any outcomes
on my own.
I need your music to bring me there, again.