A Poem on Music

When I play,
I both hear and listen
I plan ahead and replay back
And at the same time…
It’s controlled momentum, the “here” and “now”
That allows elation to manifest itself in music
When I play,
In this moment-
As the bass pulls me underwater
The notes swirl through my hair
There is an energy produced that softly envelops you and I
Now we are one
My body surrenders
It moves at whim now
The beat is now pulsating ripples
rhythmic waves that clash on and on and on
And as soon as I let go,
I am carried far away
My emotions at the mercy of the riptide
But a note amiss and ahh
I am called back
Back to my audience
Back to the people taking pleasure in my internal torment
memories unfolding through shaking hands
And I tell them,
in my not so silent way, that tumbling is what it takes to navigate a storm