In a song and keep
Listening to it
Over and over-
The melodies stick
In your skin like
Someone cauterized
them in your bones-
The rhythms turn
into fragrance-
Even the sense of your
appetite emanates from
the same tones-
Ohh! What a life.
What a disposition.
It's as if the moon
Needs your validation.
Butterflies seek you
For color designs.
The sound of rain is
Your composition
and you decide the
Picturesque course
Of every river.
Your senses bask
In cosmic rhythms
and you feel you're
Forever redeemed,
Like you've tasted
Flight.
And your euphoria
Is justified-
If love and music
Doesn't give you wings,
Redbull never will.