The Music: A Poem

I close my eyes as the music starts to play,
The sound is beautiful to my ear.
On these occasions I feel like I’m floating,
For the music is all I can hear.

As the music plays through the night,
Countless images start to form.
I see myself dancing on snow and ice,
Or fighting against a vicious storm.

I see myself in a faraway place,
And walking through a town.
I see myself in the wide, blue sea,
Trying not to drown.

I see myself sleeping on a soft cloud,
As the pixies point and stare.
I watch the beautiful, young mermaid,

I see myself sleeping on a soft cloud,
As the pixies point and stare.
I watch the beautiful, young mermaid,
Comb her long, blonde hair.

I see the wondrous fairies,
Smile and dance in the light.
I laugh at the moles underground,
Complaining that it’s too bright.

I pat the white fur coat,
Of a smiling polar bear.
I see a man and a woman start to dance,
Without a single a care.

A sadness builds up inside me,
As the music comes to an end.
But I know that it will return soon,
For the music is my best friend.