moans and vocals

There, within my core, there's a tugging--

an aching.  A sense of urgency 
stimulated by the power of sound.

As I listen, absorb, and embrace these compelling notes, the urgency grows stronger, stronger until my soul's set free. Lifted

high, high into the sky

So that it can soar, soar high and wide,

for an astral collision has happened, and that sweet, sweet embrace offered by the vocals of a being so distant, so far,
 has set me free,
you see: you have touched my soul.

Sing! Sing! For it strengthens and inspires.

And Play! Yes, Play! For it enlightens.

Chill my soul—

Numb my mind. Let me hear that voice,

Let me hear that voice...

 for it's time to

fly, fly.

january 2012