Streaming Music

The rain dries up, while the sun comes out
All this time, the music starts to play on our senses.
Everything is in the glorious wonder of art that comes from these speakers.
It is the games that nature, and your ears play on you,
Only to help me realize the world is a depressing place to be.
Like I'm stuck on an island
So I'll turn to the digital media,
I'm going to sit here
And watch the computer screen turn my oblivion into a mass of white
While I, the hero
Fade into the unconscious state of what I call close
The closest I've been to happiness in a long time.
Thank goodness for these tunes that blaze out of the speakers
It is the music, yes the music that relates to us
It touches our life
Like painting on a canvas.
Not some star on TV that touches millions
It's all fake
They only seem to live our life as we would.
They only seem to be as close to us, as the glass screen on the TV they are portrayed in
Sitting a few short feet away from you
And living lives so different, so far from what we call reality.
They are as close, yet so far as they seem
Nothing more but a million short miles away.
It is the music that plays in our hearts
And the music that plays through the storms of our lives
That saves us all.
For in the blink of an eye.. we wake up in our misery
Turn off the radio and proceed with life.
Yes, even the most important things in life go un-noticed.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003