music

I heard music so beautiful

it made me want to run away.

The strains were so painfully perfect

I wished I were deaf.

Each lilting note questioned 

this fabricated veil of life,

and as the song wailed and rose,

so too did the veil,

and now

I am deaf, blind and mute

in bewilderment,

all I can hear is your voice

cascading around me, 

halting reality.

Somehow lovingly, 

it makes me want to stop being.

I have nothing

and yet, there is so much beauty

in the world that I wish to show you.