musical madness

musical madness
lives inside of me,
in a whirlwind frenzy.

a good song travels
faster than
my imagination,

a good song travels
faster than
the speed of light.

i love listening
but singing along is alright
too as long as i am alone.

musical madness
lives inside of me,
in a whirlwind frenzy.

a good song erases completely
this fragment of time
evolves into a mystery.

I lose myself, but into;
all the greatest of places.
I lose my self, in bits and pieces.

I lose my sadness, my grief and sorrows.
focusing only on the sound,
of the beat
and the places music takes me.

it's a peaceful journey.
it's a way of time travel,
without ever leaving home.

Each and every song
bestows a memory.
its a key unlocking a door
of how far i have climbed.

and how much farther i need to go.

travel ticket

Travel Ticket-originally posted on wordpress.com, sex in the kitchen sink blog-earlier today.

Travel Ticket by Emily Sturgill

Oh, the places, I will go,

just with a cup of hot, darken, black coffee,

and a single scratched up CD.

The music invokes memories.

Nothing specific, yet allows my mind the freedom-

to travel freely floating by,

on a chorus or a verse...

Time, is one thing I have plenty.

If my CD skips a beat, I just wait it out, nothing is sweating me.

The southern twang to a voice, a bluesy pitch, a melody-

something like a story-

somebody's singing crazy, good tunes, and I love

the honesty that lies in the land,

of The Blues.

A single song on repeat,

could transport me-anywhere-a story

or a fantasy or even a dream?

Pour yourself a cup of caffeine, grab a chair, and

put some music on-

come travel with me,

tickets to unknown destinations-

all paid for-

for free.