This poem shows the power of music as a way to let go and draw yourself in at the same time.
Alone
In the dark stormed room with dust laden doors,
Cobwebs and spiders crawling galore,
She tiptoed in the dark gray room,
Quietly feeding the silence that loomed…
Nobody cared. Nobody listened. Nobody watched.
A tear slipped down, never reaching the floor.
She brusquely sat down on the rusty gray bench,
Her delicate long fingers lightly kissing the keys,
A deep breath.
The music bowed down in respect, perhaps awaiting its freedom.
And then she let her heart and soul slip out.
As honey coated sound swam through the dark, a warm feeling spreading inside
The honey of music unlocked her heart
The sweet sugar of it coursing through her veins, her blood, her brain
Until her formerly hollow insides were filled with the sweet echo.
Sunlight peeked in through the rusted blinds, like syrup on a maple oak tree.
Her small smile. Her tentative laugh, which soon grew louder.
As it rang like wind chimes shining silver
Now thousands of people,
Clapping. Smiling. Laughing.
She was not alone.
