The Music and Me

after all the muzak, I am in a Godly place listening to the delights of the art. And at the fingertips of my good fortune, I luxuriate in the beauty that is close to me. Still though, I haven't given myself to the beauty of it all, like I have and I can. Somewhere a voice is calling, as in the words of the old John McCormack song, or at least the song that he sang, and am wondering to myself, 'just how suggestible am I?' I am provoked by my non compliance, and my thoughts turn to love, the love that dwells deeply within the art of this beautiful sound of sounds. And the evening envelops me and looks at me in a precarious place, and it gazes in the eyes, and it wraps its arms around me, both in comfort and in warning me to go to the place where it feels, and possibly I, feel where I belong.