The Supportive Arms of Systematic Noise
It saves me.
It's noise -
Systematic noise -
Noise so primal that it enters my body
And grabs on to me.
It latches on and feeds me
The connection between it and I
The most intimate that I have ever experienced.
When I am happy
It picks me up
And helps me soar,
A current running beneath me.
When I am angry,
When I approach the edge
Of a deep, infinite canyon
It takes me in its arms
And embraces me.
If music did not exist
I can not imagine feeling true hope
Or true joy.
I can only imagine numbness
Like a blackhole inside me
Sucking in, and in, and in,
Until I implode.
Music is the smell of chocolate chip cookies
Rising steadily in the oven;
The sensation of sweat and inevitable bonding
When hundreds of souls gather to experience a concert;
The drop of the stomach
When the roller coaster accelerates
Over the Big Hill;
The tenderness of a hug
From someone who cares about me deeply.
Music is what saves me.