~
And then the music became transfixing,
A writhing storm of twisted notes
Through which I could writhe,
And storm, and twist,
And become one with that musical disarray.

A syntax of devilish themes it was
All falling and flying,
Poison shooting through my system in
A summoning of emotions,
And reach, and miss,
And my soul thunders amongst the breaking clouds.

The rain smacks through the fly-screen,
Hitting my clothes and my abandoned paper.
And when music fades storms do too
As I drop from the clouds like rain,
And fall, and release,
And find myself at a loss with reality. 
~