An ocean of sound surrounds me.

In my noisy room with the sand-colored walls, I am consumed.

The lights flicker, the feeling deep.

The pages turn like tides.

My fingers, trained and unknowing.

The waves of noise help me escape from 

Sea of troubles swarming me.

The inky and pearly keys

Slam down with force and articulation.

My soul floats away. My body is drowning.

I can't hear.

I can’t speak.

I can feel it.

Shhhhhhhhhhh.

I am 

drift

drift

drifting away, 

deafened by the sound I am creating.

Although the moments are frail and shallow, the vibrations bring me to shore.

I feel small. 

I open my eyes and feel the keys, sweaty from the tips of my fingers. I breathe in the stuffy air and lick my lips. A piano glares at me. The noise lingers.

Take me away.