It hits me

Like that sound of your voice when you go higher than high

Hitting those notes of everlasting sorrow

Flowing like the hiss of the saxophone

Vibrating, echoing out into the room

Entering and exiting through ears

Drawing hearts nearer to the sweet feel of…

I am entranced

I am in love

I am yours

But as I scan the room with my lovelorn eyes

I see that I am not the only one with this feeling

There has been a spell

A spell you put on us

They are unaware of their capture

Caught up in their lustful rapture

Despair fills me with dread

But soon those notes that I adore fill the air

I am pulled back into your trance

Unable to, or unwilling to leave the embrace

You have us now and that is certain

I must admit that I am foolish

But where else could I get this feeling

Where else could I be this in love

Where else would I want to be?

The answer is

nowhere.