Siren's song

I was driving down the highway,

a fairly simple task; 

the yawning nonchalance of 

a single-handed wheel grasp.

As I toggled buttons 

for my FM radio,

a melody so striking 

beckoned me to slow.

The song itself was pointless,

no words were even there:

yet, something made me halt the toggling,

some unintended care.

However wordless songs may be,

there's one thing that I know:

a gorgeous song lies not in thought,

but in feelings that grow.

Throughout the senseless wailing 

of my a capella haze,

I realized I'd been driving far

for hours, maybe days.

Soon, though, I slipped back to peace 

inside the harmonized commotion,

no senmblance of humanity

except for raw emotion.

After one more sunset passed

before my deadened eyes,

I came to understand the voice:

a monster in disguise.

At this point, it's worth noting that,

despite my revelation,

I couldn't shake the growing sense of

mounting exaltation.

New colors wrapped around my head,

hues I'd never seen:

ahn and quole and blop and

every shade of joy between.

With each new color, rushing tears

escaped my weary lids,

you see how joy is tiring, 

when you don't know why it is?

Fret not, though! My plight is done--

car burned out of fuel and run

straight into the nearest ditch

to find the most combustive fun! 

If they found me, just one stitch

could never be enough

immediate deliverance 

from station SIREN- 6.1