Classical music
It takes me to another world
One of mystery and deceit and joy
Musicians are cogs in a machine
That runs smoothly to create beauty
Without words the mind freely wanders
What I see in the rubbing of strings,
The blowing of air and touching of metal!
What the others dismiss
Musty scribbles written by long-dead composers
I see spring to life, its purpose brought from dormant notes
Let the music bleed into the air
Soak it in
