The Song

The song

As the headphones slip on my ears I push the button

The play button

I close my eyes and listen,

Listen to beat after beat,

note after note,

starting with one and moving on to the other. Like each note is a light and the staff is the string,

each note as beautiful as the last,

Connecting one after another,

the lights brighten my soul and move into my life,

reaching all of the dark corners and crevesises.

Cleaning them out the lights are the music and the string is the song

The lights pick up all the pieces and the string heals my broken heart.