life saving

Pure sounds ricochet off the walls in my head.
Humming air.
Vibrating in through my ear canals and deep into my lungs Passing through the oxygen in my blood.
Sound carried to every corner of my body.
My soul is full. Momentarily content.
When the music of the sweet whining strings and bellowing woodwinds fills my atmosphere, I feel at home.
Relaxed.
Real.
My bones ache. Worn out from the sorrow my shoulders carry.
Always hunting for a way to pour it from me. To capture it in a glass bottle and set it to sea.
Or something of the sort.
An old soul ready to leave, to pass up the worldly distractions and hurt. But cemented in place by a young- capable body.
Withering away from the inside-out.
The only remedy to the pain is the songful chorus the sweet instruments project.
Not the fake, but the real. the original sound.
So true. So pure. So life saving. 

-B