Lost In Music

LOST IN MUSIC

every night she liked
to take off her clothes to
Hungarian Rhapsody

she would bathe
every second Sunday
in Mozart's Symphony No.40

curiously she
would fall asleep to
The Flight of the Bumblebee

her every activity
scored to a music
she adored

mute
she let the music
speak for her

happy
trapped inside
her world of music

sometimes I glimpsed her
staring out from behind the bars
of musical notes

poem by Dónall Dempsey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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