Thank you for the music

The clock’s ticking, my throat burns with every breath, there’s

a rattle in my head as pages in front of me whisper panic. They roll like a

marble in a glass jar. But the sky, the sky, is still draped in quiet light. 

I listen to my heart thrum, a muted pulse that

echoes in my mind. My breath unravels, I need a moment, I need you.

A song plays in my head where facts should be. I give

in to Everglow, into the ivory and ebony that invite me

when I sit on the black stool, and my fingers trace the keys, when

a resonant whisper pulls me beneath my hands, I’m

wrapped in

a golden hush, where I can escape all shadow.

Sparks fly as I press down- tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, there's

a peaceful wave that washes through me, a

space for my voice to take flight, the feeling

is a rare flame within

the dark, falling notes and velvet chords that pacify me.

I feel the magic inside, the songs I know well, it’s an

answer I didn’t ask for, an everglow.

A golden shovel poem inspired by lyrics from the song, “Everglow” by Coldplay.