music

music soothes my feral soul,
calms the angry, makes me whole,
takes the blues, stuffs them in a drawer,
as just old news, don't need them any more.
drifting lightly on this plane,
ever so slightly lost again,
in a place where i can't be touched,
hurt no more, feel good so much.
don't want to leave this lofty space,
as ...the years fade from my heart and face...