What Music Does

When you want to kill my spirit
what does music do?
It lifts me up, gives me wings,
annihilates thoughts of you.
The apathy, and rambling voices
tossed into the wind
only return me to music again.
Watching you on the street
from behind my tint
I see you age and perhaps
understand what suffering is.
But now your stupid grin
fixed, not penetrating my heart
smacks of empty indulgence, blatant ignorance
no thirst for knowledge or expression
and music erases
the pathetic awareness
of your intolerance of ideas,
gives me a fix, sensual with satisfaction
redeems me from your immaturity,
alluringly refreshing
stomping, lyrically pausing,
breath hungry, rest caressing
mysteriously melodic, bleeding life
feelings from a place different, deep,
far, abundant in sound
that you wouldn't know
having never grown...
or known the world, except your own
and leave my spirit alone.
I'd rather listen to my Pioneer stereo.
When I leave you for the day
all thoughts of you drown out
that's when music suffices,
inner emotion, just drive,
and turn up the listening devices.