Music - My Only Mistress
Music is my only mistress.
She loves only me, or so I dream
Quirky, and fickle
Loyal to no-one…,
playfully enticing anyone who hears
She changes with
a whim of a beat,
a pluck of a string,
the strum of a chord,
the resonant timbre of a note,
the rap of a snare
the joy of harmony
She runs from my welcoming arms
to the open arms of yet another,
a tramp of magnanimous proportions.
Weeping for some, enrapturing others,
floating thru their senses like a wisp of smoke,
its tendrils gently weaving their way into my soul
leaving me awash with the audible nectar of the gods.
She has had her way with me,
casually discarding my tingling senses,
the brilliant notes fading… Once again I am cast adrift, jaded.
Wait! She returns, flooding my fretful heart with a brilliant burst of radiant sunshine, warming the frozen catacombs of my ravaged soul with the healing flow of musical energy. She loves me once more! I am complete…
She tortures me with her passionate outbursts, enticing me with her subtle tonal nuances, leaving me longing for just one more note, one more chord. I’ll threaten to leave without looking back, while her nails dragging down my back, wanting more of me…
Nay, I’ll leave when you are finally done with me, when the silence and emptiness signals the end of our passionate embrace. I must go…
Music, my love, take me to the place where I yearn to be. That turbulent, yet somehow peaceful place, that lies deep within my soul. I will never be sated, nor will I ever stop loving you… ever.
