The Music

Driving in
and the music
it helps
it helps a little

I'm rising and falling
on violin swells
like ocean breakers -
rising
and my heart rises -
falling;
the violin sings

Soothing -
I hear the deep-voiced horns
and the brassier ones
they blend
with piano, flutes, drum . . .
Sounds that I could never make
Sounds I want to hear

The music rises up around me,
protecting.
A voice -
with song, but no words.
There don't have to be words.
I have only feelings now anyway,
as I listen

The music washes over me,
And I'm caught up.
not here - I am with the music
It covers over,
heaing the wounded places.

Driving in -
that line of headlights
that lump in my stomach
that knowledge of things a mile ahead . . .
The music helps
just a little
for now.