Hush darling,
Don't moan out loud.
Tell when to stop this,
Tell when you had enough.

Like that darling,
Tap the table but not too hard.
Feel the rhythm,
Dance  the beat.

Because this won't end soon,
before you knew it.

I walk to the radio
Turning it on
Music's playing, I know
A very good song.

It starts off so quiet
But gets louder so
That before I can fight it
I'm lying down low

The notes all rise free
Shooting stars through the beat
The rhythm's the sea
And on the sea floor I greet

The singer speaks out
From a clam shell castle
The guitar wails and shouts
While it's part and parcel

To the harmony choir
Of light and of sound
I float in the fire
While the sky becomes ground.

And the last thing I remember
From the music I hear
Is the warmest December
The summer in my ear.

I could do this forever.
It's like
Running into an old friend
And sitting down for just one cup
Of coffee, then realizing you've had five.
It's like
Settling into the plump plush pillows
In a darkened room as the beginning credits
To your weekend marathon roll across the screen.
It's like
Shaking out that huge-*** beach towel
On the warm sand and pulling out
The stack of super-fast-read ****** paperbacks.
It's like
The first bite of Pavlova
And digging in and digging in
Until the whole cake is gone and you don't regret it at all.
Its like
Finding that last reserve of strength
To channel all your power into your fist
And strike the bag so hard it loses sand.
It's like
All the things I love to do
And doing them all at the same time.
That's what this is.