Music

These sounds that fill the air
They play with my mood
Pitching me here and there

I mean nothing to them
Yet they mean everything to me
If only for a moment

I twist and flow
Surrounded in this ecstasy
I feel everything and nothing

How cruel the fates
You deem it necessary to take this from me
Leaving me with nothing to lean on

I try once again to dance with the gods
But I have been robbed of the beat
Never again shall I invoke Aphrodite's envy.