Soothe Me
Music enters me
It really does
When I'm listening, nothing else is there
Only the sounds and the movements of it all
Each instrument I can separate and hear
Then I let them combine themselves
And it flows
So beautiful
To make music is a priceless gift
Sometimes I wish I could do it
Make the sounds that make others fly
Or sing dance and love
It drags on the feelings
And takes them out of their boxes
So they can breathe
But no
I don't think I would be good at it
The music I'd make would be hard
Foreboding and brutal
Not the type that soothes
It would crash and bounce
Jump and fall
No softness no sweetness
The things love songs are made of
Could never come from me
My verses would be daggers
And blood and gore
The reality that I escape when I listen
Would not be there if it were mine
My music would be frenzy
And pain… my music would kill
So I sit and listen to others
And it soothes me
Like nothing else can
It's almost like a voice
From a beloved
Calming peaceful
Soft and beautiful