When The Music Began Poem by Zander William Pearson

The first strike hits the key,
And the silence is gone,
As the music begins.

And the notes seem to fly,
Off the page,
Swirling, dancing in the air

The emotions swirl.

The warmth and power
That rises from the sounds
Fills the room.

Leaves me in a trance,
As the music comes
And the sensation rises.

And the music takes me,
And I follow,
With no second thought

The music I hear, I play,
Takes it’s form
As I guide it

I lay in a vast meadow,
The sun setting in front of me,
And as night falls, I rest,

I awake and find myself,
Soaring through the sky,
As if weight was a but a myth

And then I fall,
Deep into the fiery depths,
As I struggle to stay alive,

Just as it is about to give in,
And darkness surrounds me,
A light.

And the light slowly brightens,
As the music grows louder
And the emotions grow unbearable

And the light engulfs me,
And just as the song ends.
I find myself back, where I began

And as the faint echoes
Of the dying music fade away,
They leave a mark.

And that mark,
I still feel to this day.
As the music touches me.

As it affects me in a way,
Unexplainable.
Unimaginable.

And the emotions,
And memories of the day.
The day the music began.