Music and Stories
Music and stories-
The only two things with power enough
To unhook my soul from its tether
And set it free,
To surge through my chest like a riptide,
Rolling and swelling until I am sure
That something must be moving in there,
But nothing is,
And everything is-
Old melodies long committed to memory
Never lose their effect,
When my mood collides
With the right kind of night-
I listen,
And I know that I am alive,
That music and stories
Are what make life beautiful,
And that they are really
One and the same.
