my ears fallen asleep,
muscles atrophied from the monotony of white noise

the program begins and my hearing is reborn
my sandy slippers and ashy feet transformed into silvery sandals
my plain hoodie and ill fitting jeans start to feel like clouds
the conductor uses her magic wand to bring the stage to life.

This is music.

I don’t understand what they are saying, but just for this moment
my brain stops electrocuting itself,
and lets the other senses take over and feel

the stage ablaze forcing my eyes open for the fear that it will slip out all too quickly
that blonde boy at the edge of the stand
he glows so brightly, waiting for the perfect time to float towards me and take me away
he’s an angel
and i swear his golden locks lifted up to form a halo
am i dying?

if this is the trailer for death then i already pre-ordered front row tickets.
this is magical i don’t want it to end
i want to be carried away on the wind of their harmonies
and travel to a place where i can hear his voice telling me bedtime stories

ones that my momma kept under the bed
he unlocked the underside of my bed frame
exposed my long forgotten treasures
and reached a pitch so clear and warm it sounded like warm honey and milk dripping into the chambers of my soul

a light turned on inside of me and i dusted off the cobwebs that kept me from hearing
really hearing

my hands ache for you blonde boy.
i can only clap so hard to express my enthrallment but i cannot give back to you the warm honey and milk that i selfishly took in

i hesitate, but my ears beg for seconds.