Ineffable

Let me paint a picture.

A piano strikes a string,
The note rigs out -- hard, full of sustain,
The sound ripples out,
Like a splash of water.

They spread out, across the carpeted floors,
They slam into the purple painted walls,
Parts absorbed by the plastic plants,
Hanging from the ceiling.

A fragment of the ripple funnels into my ear,
Rolling around until it reaches the inner ear,
And I hear the note,
In all it's glory.

I cry,
A feeling that can only be described by music,
Fills my weary heart,
I am home in this chaos of sound.

I pick out the parts I want to hear,
Discard all the rest,
A perfect mastery of the senses,
I close my eyes.

If only I could share this with someone.

-Sir Jestro