Of Thoughts and Music
Inside my mind,
the thoughts curl up on their cushy teal couch.
They converse and sip their tea.
They listen to Nat King Cole and Vivaldi,
and enjoy their hiding place.
They may say they are waiting,
but that only becuase life
requires
them to leave one day,
not because
they particularly want to.
When challenged to the great quest of
social interaction,
the thoughts fall,
shaken mercilessly from their comfort,
and stutter
and flail.
Words fail them and they
retreat
back to warm fire and gentle music,
safe and inside.
Then comes the music.
It steals in through warm ups and black notes
dancing across well thumbed pages,
it dances and teases,
and it calls out the little thoughts,
asking their opinions
and holding their hands
as they approach the edge.
one
two
three
jump
Cascading
down
they
swirl
and
twist,
and land
like blotches,
dying the silence,
slowly painting the world inside for the world
outside.
Drop by drop,
thought by thought
Tumbling out come the knowledge
of the student,
the critiques
of the musician's ear,
the romanticism
of the writer and bookworm,
and the curiosity
of the nature child
and the therapist.
Drop by drop,
and thought by thought
Drop by drop,
they tumble.
Thought by thought.