The Music

A Quick Poem

No, it cannot be,
What? Why?
How did this happen?
And why did it happen to me?

Questions,
Unstopping, whirl around my head,
Need peace, calm,
A different state of mind.

Still the thoughts whirl,
Breathe deeply,
Must not let the world see
How scared I am feeling.

An Answer!
It comes to me through the confusion,
Like a lonesome traveller battling through a blizzard,
Music, the calmer of the savage beast
That is the thoughts in my head.

I reach for a headphone,
Turn on the sound
And it sweeps over me,
A sudden peace,
Again, all is well.

Peace, from the frantic world around me.