When Music Came Alive

It is said that the memories of a soldier
Vaporizes when the scent of home-baked cookies
Rise from the oven
And intoxicates the blurry senses of war.

Like them, the imaginary butterflies
Perches inside my stomach and the lights-
Such bright heated lights that hang from above
Rains upon me till sweat peeks from my pores,
Glides down my neck
And send shivers of anxiety through the spine.

Mother coons "blind your sight from the light"
Father whispers "turn your ears from the world"
Though my fingers remain cold
And the chilly wind of a long-gone winter
still seem to wrap around me,
I close my eyes and beckon to my dreams,
"Enslave me with sweet slumber"
Let the audience turn to a meadow
Blooming with wild flowers
And the lights into the great Apollo
With all the power and glory of the sun.

I sat there in silence,
The audience waits and the judges watch;
My fingers turn into an ocean wave
and the notes swept through like a soft gust
Luring all watching, sailors and mermaids
To my little piece of musical
......Heaven......