Where Creativity Is Endless
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.