Sounds

How can sounds reach
inside of me
And change  me?
They can strum my sadness away
by pushing it out of me.
Sounds can lift me into a new place
where the sun is shining
while the storm surrounds me.

I sing when I feel like
crying.
My throat loosens
like the guitar strings
under the fretboard.
Could it be that the sadness
mixed with the joy
creates a perfect harmony
That otherwise would seem
bland, tasteless, without appeal?

I listen to the sounds
and a comfort pours out over me.
The predictability of repeating rhythms,
slows the cadence of my own heartbeat.
Like a lullaby for a baby,
My interior trembling settles down
and I finally am able to breath
as if I am on a quiet, calm lake.

The sounds carried me
there.