The Ebb and Flow of My Addiction

The band leads us in with a few introduction songs:

A warm up they call it

Reuniting calloused fingers with familiar strings

Smoothing down the ivory canvas

and running drills

set in accordance to the norm.

You stay in lead position, directing and guiding the others

Commenting on form and talent

Praising and correcting, yet all in gracious spirit

This role you play has been specifically scripted

and you're chosen for the part every time

But as we all close our chasms of sight

the scene changes without warning

and we are given a new tale

When our personal curtains are drawn to the sides again

No one seems to blink an eye

or notice the glaring absence that holds me captive

The equation isn't complete, to me there's a missing element

and therefore, my enchanted gaze fades slowly

then faintly

I find you, not with active sight

but with a fond spot, recognizable quickly

I've found you in spirit

Pure notes searching my soul and seeking my heart

and dragging my sight

to a low lit corner

Where I fleetingly catch your eye

and my soul begins to soar in elation

Shouting a prideful "I found you!"

Content in wondering whether you saw me too

but guilt set in as soon as the transaction is over

and I'm left with the nagging, mom-over-shoulder feeling

Constant pecks of distraction pulling me back to you

and commands to "refocus"

Draw me into a land of disagreement with myself

(a place I've traveled to often)

My prideful boast turns into a sorrowful confession

and I turn to the band once more

Concentrating now of the drums and rhythm of the words

But now that I've found you

my soul won't release it's fierce grip

The band fades away

along with the chorus of voices surrounding me

and I visit comfort again

with our voices harmonizing

Just you and I.

So pure.