Harmonious Endeavors

The feeling that bleeds through the notes is my ecstasy
They pour into my ears and take hold of my soul
I am lost in the abundance of sound with no control
As my mind finds infinite freedom from reality.

It is another language that is not spoken
And only truly heard by those who really heed
With their heart and not their ears to mislead
The true meaning in the beats that are not broken.

I breathe to the endless beat
My imagination soars
And my senses awaken

As reality retreats
Lost in the underscores
Never will it be forsaken.