The Music

The Music

The music envelops us

like a mother envelops her children

From the vicious reality of this world we know

The music ties us together

like a sailor ties his ropes

Before a journey into the unknown

The music slithers around us

Like a snake slithers around its prey

Coming closer and closer like so

The music carries our feet

Like a puppeteer controlling his puppet

We lose control

Falling prey to the melody

To the harmonies

Of love lost

Of love reunited

Of everything and nothing at once

We glide like swans from stories

Told long ago

By the old to the young

Under the glimmering starlight

We paint the ballroom

Our bodies the paintbrush

The music the paint

And our imagination

The wild painter

Of dreams come true.