Earphones go in,
music pipes out.
As the adage goes:
Tune in, then drop out.
These shapes and colours contained
a puzzling joy in their configuration.
At once familiar, but yet foreign –
the tune mesmerized, but failed to stick.
Was that a vaguely human scream?
Or a brash, chittery violin?
The gentle guitar continues its bravado,
and the bassist simply goes on.
Cast adrift in this sea of wealth
and a growing sense of humour,
she leans back in the chair
to see where this will take her…
© Zelda Reville