The Saviour: Music

Music is a
gust of wind
that turns
my Soul
to dust

I fly upon
her billowy
wings, and
know that
I must trust

Her Light
Her Song
Her Voice
Her Cadence
as She soars

And gently
cradles
me to sleep,
to leave
behind
the horrors

When life
squeezes
my throat
until
I spit out
Fear and
Pain

My music
carries me
away; I’ll
not see
Them again