Music is Oxygen, Poetry

Four minutes thirty seconds



Drowning out the noises
of the outside world,
her headphones are
the portal to another place.

She wants to hear every detail
of the song playing in her ear —
every chord,  every beat, 
every unique  compilation.

She soaks it all in.
The rhythm moves her.
She’s entranced by the visions 
as the story unfolds.

She’s in a happy place,
but in four minutes thirty seconds,
she’s back to her reality, 
the song is over and life goes on, 


Contents written: August 31 2016
Originally published: September 1 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


16 thoughts on “Four minutes thirty seconds”

      1. Id like to let you know .. sometimes I’m very perticular when it comes to paying attention, I once had guests ( my wifes cousins ) I wanted to watch a film together … and because they either started talking or falling asleep or just going to the bathroom … I kept restarting the film from the moment they had interupted ! It took 4 hours to watch the film. … I know ..! I’m not normal … but at the end we are all unique… and thats what makes the world interesting. Thanks for your time and comments. I appreciate it deeply.

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      2. I feel the same way about movies. Sit still, relax, enjoy. If there are constant interruptions I’d lose interest and perhaps watch layer by myself. ☺

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