Sweet Music

She will dance upon the moonlight,
And forget the world around her,
The music entering her body through every pore,
Awakening her senses.

In her heart she could dance forever,
Caressed by every beautiful note,
Soothing the deep scars,
That once burned throughout her soul.

No words are needed,
Just a beautiful melody,
Demanding poetic movement,
Drawing her body into a warm embrace,
Calming her weary mind.

These moments seem effortless and comforting,
For her music doesn't lie,
It comes from raw emotion,
Untouched by the tongue of lies,
Almost pure.

Nothing in life has been as reassuring,
Or consoled her quite as well,
These nights spent consumed by her love,
The happiest moments of her life.

A world without music would be like,
A world without sun,
No growth, no love,
No real and true emotion to ease her troubled mind.

So much understanding would be lost,
The moonlight would disappear,
Her heart would break,
Her soul would shatter,
Life would seem so grim.

A passing thought she would rather forget,
Because she could never imagine,
Not being able to dance in the moonlight,
And forget the world around her.