You push
play with a click
the drum beats in sync with your heart
your veins fill with blues, pinks, and picturesque tints
circles become sharp
and triangles edgeless
as you breathe in the tuneful and honey harmony
the high notes flap their wings
and the low dives deep in the mellow ocean
you close your eyes
and watch the melancholic melodies
while the raspy vocals
hit the skin
the press of the ivory keys feels like dreams
strings bounce with waves in the wind
sounds that you can touch and reveal
air walks around crafting enchanting symphonies
the leaves dance
and beaks call with candid tunes
gifted painter of the phonograph
distant bells ring like crimson chimes
distorted tuning and echoes heal the soul
wooden sticks paint emotional stars
the never-ending music box feels like home
your page lies blank waiting for the ink to compose
the microphone hungry for the bittersweet notes
What is it that you crave?
What is the music that is you?
The chords dance as the instruments order
letting the prisoners of misery escape
twelve flowers blossom in the ear
resenting soundless existence
you are in a state of bliss thanking music
for being
real;