My Music Potion Poem by Austyn Chimbuoyim

I heard a beautiful song
Of course I could sing along
Before I knew I was drifting off
Lulled in the lyrics’ deep waters.

As if the sun-earth stood still
Joshua’s days couldn’t be more real
But his sonnet wasn’t any thrill.
As the singer’s soft voice caressed the pinna,
The pupils danced behind closed doors.


Could the head, this drama resist?
Like wipers the motions persist.
The legs wiggle with some moves rare
Appealingly drawn by some force unseen.

The music – a rare new song
Because I’d sing along, I knew.
Endless repeats wouldn’t make a sing-song
But tell-tale fact means it can’t be longer


Soaked in the glee of his music,
My being reacts to its harmonious mystique.
Over the moon was I, with the clouds,
When its abrupt end bid me come,
With a soundless thud from cuckoo land.

Then with such enveloping silence
I still could sing along with more sense.