How Do They Capture You?

What do you listen, not hear

When you tune magic in your ear?

What secrets do you unfold 

Below the surface, in ground cold? 

When you listen to the hums

Of an artist strung

By the strings of his guitar

Singing from that ground afar

Within him, and what does

Shake in you, by the buzz 

Of its revealing vibes 

Into what lost part you imbibe? 

What is beaten when the drums

Are beaten by sticks of a drunk

Artist, intoxicated by a sublime

Anger, hushing it into a divine 

Song, written by the soul whose

Insanity has broken loose

And is wandering to find ways

To endanger itself into his self sane. 

How do you shatter when you 

Listen to the bewitching tunes

Of the violent violin that is 

Such a violently peaceful kiss

Kissing the corners of your mind

The ones, you have left behind. 

Do you swim in the timid refute

Offered by the instrument flute?

Refute to your storms inside

Asking to sit back and subside

To its melodious mellow

Painting your reds, yellow. 

There are tools infinite

To capture indefinitely, the definite

I named only a few

But tell me really 

How do they capture you? 

It is just a description of how music makes me feel.