Look up at the sky
or ceiling
block out the world
escape for a minute

or four

Let the music fills your lungs
expel the negative
Take in the melody
let it wash over you

reborn

Let the beat of drums replace your mortal heartbeat
suddenly you are immortal
for a minute

or four

Let it be the faucet for anger
drain the sadness
until only the sweet symphony of notes is heard

pound out your pain
in a song
that was once too angry for your taste
but perfect now

and sometimes
it expresses the emotion
you could not put to words
It takes your breath away
the way the lyrics hit the target
bulls-eye every time

Let the world reside
as you join the chorus line
Darling
*you are going to be fine.