Mind Music

I sit in the silence, 
windows open 
wind blowing gently,
And try not to think. 
But the music, the music, the music
No. 
I imagine the silence, 
refuse to listen to my own mind. 
The absence of anything is calming, 
refreshing and
It creeps up behind, 
the melody inching upon my consciousness
like the song of
Stop it, Mind. 
I don’t want to be listening to the music,
the silent music of my mind
That oddly sounds like my
seventh grade music festival song...
The notes stream past my barriers, 
harmonies overlapping with
I box myself in nothing, 
hoping that it will be enough, 
that I’ll finally be at pe--
Full force music from the ensemble
stumbling over one another,
divided and yet coinciding 
to create the mystical 
Nope, nope, nope. 
piece from the 
Fine. 
I let the music surround me,
And grudgingly enjoy the song stuck in my head.