The Tune

The tune floats through the night air,

Permeating its deafening silence,

He can see it move,

Undulating in the breeze,

In smooth serpentine movements,

Leaving a visible trail in its wake,

He feels it as it flows past him,

Its soft hypnotic touch,

His thoughts become nebulous,

As his mind lends itself to the tune,

That tune so familiar,

Yet so foreign,

He c***s his head towards it,

It luminescent trail,

Mesmerizing to his eyes,

It turns towards him,

He sees it clearly,

A radiant kaleidoscope,

Colours changing with every note,

Lighting up the darkness in front of him,

He forgets himself,

Totally enchanted by the tune,

He feels light,

He looks to see the tune,

Wrapped around him,

He feels so light,

He sways to the breeze,

And suddenly he knows,

The tune carries him off with it,

He floats in the breeze,

Part of the tune,

He sees many more like him,

Caught up in the tune,

Just like him they know,

What it means to be,

 In tune with the music.

 

 

Author's Note

I would like to know what you think of this piece. Criticism and corrections are always welcome