Thunderstruck

A spellbinding crescendo dances on the recesses of my mind

Twirling, leaping, gliding into my soul

An ice cold musical ballet

Freezing time itself, it seems

Healing wounds I didn’t even realize I had

The melody vibrates through me like a chorus of a thousand angels

Tears fall from my face, more clear than ever before

And colors suddenly flood my vision

Showing me just how blind I was before

Now I see everything

The silence of the mountains

The crashing of the oceans

And even the laughter of the rolling hills

as they engage in playful banter with the wind

Such breathtaking peace

Compacted and contained in every note

The music engulfs everything and even drifts to the heavens to make the gods weep

A spellbinding crescendo dances on the recesses of my mind

Weaving its way in and out of reality

And as it fades it leaves nothing but the bitter taste of sadness in the rain

and a sense of awe in the booming thunder