The Musician Options

[AngelinaTaylor]

I hear the expressive, intriguing music,
echoing across the hall,
and
I decide to come close.

I hear the sound of his world,
the emotions, the selfless start.
I hear the longing colours
of one's musically painted heart

So lost
in abstract thoughts,
engulfed in a moving creation,
I sense the troubles he fought,
a beautiful, yet vague sensation.

The reflections of yesterday
make their way in the air,
while presented with such painful beauty
is his lonely, tragic despair

In the rapid changes of keys,
of such harmonic fears,
echo his ambitious dreams,
the hopes he's saved for years.

I feel each note played with care,
with love, with hopeless passion.
Such poetic confession,
of a lonely soul,

the musician.

--
Taylor``