Music lives here

Music lives here.

I can feel the rain unleashing behind my eyes

thunderstorms building beneath the keys

lightning strikes with each hit of the timpani.

Music lives here.

I can see the stars from everywhere and nowhere

gathering on my eyelashes

stage lights painting the story

we tell through sound.

Music lives here.

We are the travelers

the storytellers

the amateurs at their best

the ones trying to catch the feeling of elation

freedom

heartbreak

anger

love

a thousand twisted emotions

and twirl it under our fingers

We are infinity.

Music lives here.

The conductor grips the air like reins

reeling us in, exploding us out

we interpret every gesture

everything means something

there are no words for what he does

every flick is twilight

sunrise on our faces

a torrent of all things unsaid

interpretation

in the air

WE CREATE THIS

we give it meaning

we make details matter

and he clutches the air

as though strangling what we've made

turning it until it is yours

until the people

are roamers of the dawn too.

Music lives here.

I looked up after notes and accents and goosebumps

and I was smiling that smile

fireworks and clouds stretched beyond our horizon

and he was too

and THAT

is what lives here,

beyond magic,

beyond anything you could ever dream of,

and we dreamt it

and we played it.

Music lives here.

And it's alive

and it loves us

touched us each with talent unfathomable

the first and only thing on this planet

I can't describe with words.