By Virtue Of Music

It is definitely music,
sometimes a simple tune,
oftentimes elaborate,
or disappointingly jejune.

What may begin as ringing
might turn into banging drums;
I seem to have no control
over how the music comes.

In dreams it finds me waiting
for that first familiar note,
longing to follow the melody
wherever its magic may float.

A simple word might send me
flying into a favorite song,
recalling emotions savored,
or those kept hidden for so long.

If I could command its beauty,
my life would be complete;
its rhythm entering into me
would dictate my every heartbeat.

It is definitely music,
washing over me like the rain,
warming, enlightening, sustaining,
each and every melodious refrain.

Lora Frikken ~ 11-17-03