Walk into my room, put on my headphones,
Sit down, light some incense cones.
The drumming of the instrumental,
Tapping hard in my temple.
The transition into a strained harmony,
Each instrument, each note intriguing me.
The Voice, the first sound sung,
So ever clear in my head it rung.
Diction and meaning, purpose so clear,
The whole picture of it makes me tear.
Range so wide, screams so guttural,
Hearing the message, painted like a mural.
The music makes me feel,
Feel like the images in my head are real.
Feel sympathy for the subject of thought.
Wishing I could sing it, though I cannot.
Pain is registered by the end of the song.
I have been lost in the lyrics,
Nowhere to be found.