My Poem ‘For the love of music’

I have loved music for as long as I can remember;
in all honesty, I have loved music
longer than I have loved poetry;
I have loved music, I have been changed by music,
I have felt more alive than ever
when listening to music,
I have been overcome with emotion when listening to music;
I have closed my eyes, been taken,
carried far, deep, and high-
as if I were swimming in the voice, the lyrics,
and the sound of the music, the energy of the music,
and drifting peacefully, contently, effortlessly,
free like a feather.

Music has been a big part of my life since before I could talk;
music had me running before I could walk;
music sent me to sleep and coloured my dreams;
music awoke me every morning as a child,
and within the heart of my soul
it has always been and will always be.

I must have heard thousands of songs;
I must have heard hundreds of artists,
singers, musicians, and bands;
I must have dreamed that I were John Lennon
playing guitar and singing along with the other Beatles
about fifty times, bu I could be wrong;
I must have had more favourite songs in my life
than I could count with the fingers on both of my hands.

I love songs, styles, speeds, of every type,
and possible genre, and classification, of music;
I love songs that take a hold of both my mind and my heart,
and make me feel epic;
I love songs that have unique, poetic, empathetic,
sometimes tragic, lyrics;
I love songs that are nothing short of celestial magic.

I love female voices;
I love male voices;
I love instruments;
I love voices that are soulful, special, lyrical,
incredible, unbelievable, beautiful, different;
I love who I am when a song makes me want to dance;
I love when a song puts me in a trance;
I love what I think about when a song is playing;
I love where I go within myself,
as I sing along to every song,
and as I repeat every line without mistake,
it is almost as if I am chanting or praying;
I love a song that to me is nothing short of perfect;
I love life, art, inspiration, memories,
feelings that were made, created, felt, captured,
made infinite, because of, and for,
the love of music.

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My Poem ‘Ultrasonic’

The energy hit me as soon as I entered the club,
the second that I walked though the door
the sound of the music consumed and transformed me,
and as I closed my eyes I could immediately
feel my heart begin to ache and throb-
the beats of the music that filled the space
and released me from my body,
coursed through my consciousness and revealed to all the real me.

When I opened my eyes I saw everyone around me moving as one
up and down to the sonic tides, pulses of light,
and electricity being generated by the captivating DJ-
nothing else existed in that everlasting moment-
we all wanted to stay within the self-contained universe
for all eternity, to move until we could not move no more,
to stay standing and connected to each-other until night became day.

The palpable spirit of the music overcame all inhibitions,
names, identities, differences, and persuasions;
the voice that breathed phenomenal new life into the lungs
and mind of those dancing like the music was compelling them to dance,
nodding their head in-sync to the rhythm of the vibration-
everyone, including me, was literally in a trance.

The space span like a rapidly-rotating galaxy,
everyone in the club was like a shining-star-
populating, radiating, making the walls, the ceiling,
and the floor come alive and disappear,
as if they were not there;
boundaries fell, everything became spectral,
everything and everyone felt special, celestial,
like the world that we know and love
is one parallel of a universe of multi-levels.

You can’t conceive how natural and phenomenal coming together like this is.
You can’t get enough of the closeness, the gravity, the elevation that you feel-
some of us feel the need to reach above us and touch the illuminated sky,
some of us want to wrap our arms around someone,
share in every moment of euphoria
as if this was the night when we realised that you don’t need wings
to rise above and see the world for what it is-
all you need to do is forget what you think you know,
then you will feel true freedom, release, and you will fly.

The music intoxicates us to greater depths than alcohol.
The sound penetrates us and returns us to a state of being
that feels almost prenatal.
The equilibrium of rebirth and metamorphosis
that floods our minds and veins,
that emanates from our eyes and faces,
is something we can’t restrain.

The state of becoming one with each-other,
tide together through the gift and the effect of music,
is proof-positive that we all exist
as part of a as-yet unfulfilled harmonic music,
and our relationship with the world and ourselves
is universally mnemonic, symphonic, ironic.

When we are all enjoying the atmosphere of a club,
it’s music, it’s people, it’s energy,
the forces that arise in the moment,
we hear and we become a part of something unbelievable-
a music that we hear and move to that we can also feel-
a cosmic reverberation that exists beyond the ultrasonic.