She closed her eyes and allowed
the slow, heavy notes to ground her.
Her body became heavy,
with each somber chord her back
and shoulders sank into the bed.
She sensed her still fingers and toes
as the simple musical phrase
continued to build upon itself,
becoming more defined,
increasing in intensity,
creating complex serenity.
Pain became sadness,
sadness became comfort, and somehow
peaceful joy emerged.
This happy intricacy climaxed
into melancholy abruptness.
Painful chords, angrier than before,
had been betrayed by hope.
Her blood felt thicker, slower.
Her nerves seemingly stopped
sending impulses to her brain.
She continued to sink into the bed,
perhaps through the floor,
deep into the ground beneath.
Pressure of sanctimonious earth
pushed down upon her,
mocking any arranged attempts to breathe.
She didn't resist. She felt comforted,
secure in the unforgiving earth.
The music ended,
as did her emotional anesthetic,
and she was finally able to cry
into the safety of her
comforting pillow.