The Music Crashes Over Me

by Rebecca Lynn   Oct 13, 2004


The music rushes over me in waves.

It crashes down over me in a symphony of memories, flavors, & colors.
I feel it creep up my neck and down my spine
Until it reaches my feet.
They ache with the desire to dance, but are constrained by my shoes.

The words whisper softly in my ears
As the drum beats in perfect time with my heart
Forcing the blood to rush and heat my body
with an all consuming fire.

Then they hit that chord.
(You know the one)
The one that creates a quiver of sweet satisfaction,
like the mystery behind the look of first love.

My five senses are now fully awake,
yet somehow sedate in this temporary state of bliss.

And as the music pours down over me
I allow myself to drown as I surrender to the majesty of the sound.

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