A Melody That Burns

A drug of sound that drowns me in delight;
Single notes that light up my drained soul.
It steals my breath, yet gives my spirit flight,
And takes my mind beyond control.

The melody invades my every vein,
It bends my thoughts, and distorts my sense of time—
Like a waking dream, where echoes take away my pain,
Yet lifts me high upon a rush sublime.

Each harmony, a pulse within my chest,
Every lyric, like a vast fever in my brain.
No needle, nor pill could give me the best,
For music is my pleasure and my pain.

An endless path that takes my feels to different turns,
For it all, becomes a melody that burns.