A wave of Melancholia
washed over me,
drenching all my thoughts .

It was the quiet sorrow 
that destroyed me from within,
tears trickle down.

Zoned out
His voice takes me to a place 
full of tragedy and its beauty.

It compels me to pick
up my pen and word
out every fleeting feeling.

It’s an art the way
he moves you
with the sorrow in his voice.

I miss the way how 
Don McLean can unwrap my soul
and free my spirit and how I swirled
feverishly in circles until I felt dizzy.

The song Vincent Van Gogh
can make the numb hurt again.
It resurrects inexplicable feelings. 

j.r.m©