Under the Influence
Surrounded by Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring,”
close to my heart so that my soul may sing,
the music found its way to manipulate my mind
with its influential pulse and melody so sublime.
It broke through the walls of my titanium spirit
as the music broke them down bit by bit.
It loosened them up with its pounding vibrations
and traversed my spine with strange sensations.
It grew hands that reached down into my heart
and put in the feeling that I felt from the start.
It shook up my inhibitions and put me in a trance.
It put the music in me so that I may dance.
It put me on the stage to dance in the ballet
even though I’m no dancer with nothing to say,
just an ear to let the music take a firm hold
and lead me onto the stage and take control.
My mind ranks me highly with the other dancers
as my vivid imagination supplies all the answers.
The music boosted my ego and put me on the stage
so I could keep up with the dancers at my old age.
We danced and danced until the grande finale
as the music echoed through the far reaching valley,
and the piccolos screamed at the top of their lungs
and the tympanis spoke with their thundering tongues,
“We are tired and worn out. ’Tis time to go home.”
as I wiped the sweat from my fervent brow
and went to bed to rest my weary bones.
I must have listened to this ballet a million times. Enough times for the Guiness Book of Records?
