Music

Music sweeps in and out of me
Like a a needle weaving in and out of cloth
Brushing my lips
Touching my heart
Cleansing me
And taking over me
Moving as softly as a bird's feather
Yet scarping against me like a stone
And shining like a star that has never shone

Torture and Pleasure become a blurry
As music surrounds me in its fury
And takes me farther into the depths of sound
Till I finally fall onto the ground
And become surrounded with others that have fallen down