Turning my music up so loud, that I can't hear the world

All I see would be the music

As I break it apart like grapes off of the vine

Piece by piece

Rift by rift

Experiencing each violin stroke

Every beat on the drum

Just like the berry

The darker it gets

The sweeter it becomes

It is literally music to my ears

Music to my soul

Not realizing where I am

What I am

Nor who I am

Just those grapes on the vine

As I pick and pluck at each crescendo

My heart races

As if it's my heart beat matches the mezzo forte pulse of the silk that flows between my two ears

Rewriting over those fears

Blessing my tears

So now they're from a happier place

This moment right here is the only real thing that matters

I don't feel this worn out couch, where I'm sitting

But I tremble at the treble of the bass that reminds me how to be present

As I bloom, I bring the berries back to the vine

Bringing the parts all together

Realizing how each instrument

Each sound

Each second

Forms this piece of art which you can no longer escape from again.