Four Eighteen

Couldn't speak
Couldn't think
Trapped
Arrested in the arms of the music
Caught in the web of his words
Utterly trapped

Felt my soul slip away
the music took its place
I was torn
wanted to let go, fade away
wanted to hold on and capture this feeling with something bigger than words

with music, and love, and a look
wanted to capture this feeling with a thought

Felt my soul slip away
And my thoughts disappeared
Couldn't focus
Couldn't think
Couldn't breathe

Needed more than words
But they are all I have
So I write and I swing the net and I spring the trap,
But try as I may I cannot capture

I had never noticed how music affected me
Never knew it wasn't the same for everyone
Never knew they didn't feel it

I couldn't think
Couldn't find the words
Pulled across the universe by his voice
Lost myself to him

By the scratching of this pen
By the smell of this ink
By the color of this paper

Red on yellow
The music took the place of my missing self

Feverish,
Will it always end this way?