Infuser

The pleasure we feel in music springs from the obedience which is in it. - Thoreau

Rhythm.

Melody.

Rhythm.

Melody.

Rhythm

Melody.

Together a remedy.

Up.

Down.

Sticks and stones.

In the deep marrow of my bones.

Infused with delirium.

Ancient lyrics that say everything to a receptive heart.

A cardiac sermon on the mount.

One-way unyielding circular street.

Pounding beat from a dauntless drummer who isn't there.

Alone in the wilderness hearing manic music everywhere.

Playing my dutiful part.

Striking cymbals of an almighty art.

I entered this world hearing it.

I'll go out the same way.

Calligraphy catgut hero.

A gazillion notes soliciting where others feel zero.

Blind but able to discern God's loving breath.

Immune from subliminal death.

Blessed in the solitary limelight of a levitating, lemon moon.

At least I can carry a tune.

Feel, don't think.

Clutch the missing link.

Give me this day my daily bread.

So I can keep on being ...

... gone in the head ...

Author's Note

"Listen to music religiously, as if it were the last strain you might hear." - Thoreau