My head feels clumsy, cluttered, clouded
with mumbles and smoke, thicker than a magic show
ears plugged, mouth slack, sound flowing
rushing to my brain, quicker than the swiftest stream
I could lose myself, would lose myself
to a shiver and a sigh and the thrumming beat
if only for the quiver of that voice, those lips
sing to me, oh muse, and with lovely song
allow me escape in those words.