Music Is My Home

I blink, trying to adjust my eyes to the growing dim
navigating my way through the sea of white headlights and red taillights
I'm in my cocoon
the sky is deep indigo
and the music swells, taking me with it
"the sex she slipped into my coffee/the way she felt when she first saw me/hate to love and love to hate her/ like a broken record player/back and forth and here and gone/and on and on and on and ON!"
my God, gives me chills
the sweeping emotion burns my eyes
time stops and I cease to exist
only the drums, and the bass...the raw vocals
my sanctuary
pulling in, between the white lines
my front door's in front of me
but I'm already home.

-Jan 28, 2006 KB