The Passing Storm

The day is still
the nights are active
as i sit here
with a fully clouded mind
i play something tranquil
relaxing
hoping to ease my stress
the beat that plays
has me swaying in my seat
then there is silence
as the music takes a momentary break
this quiet is unnerving
my mind goes dark and jumbled
another hidden sound sparks
my ears attention
starring out my window
everything and nothing is moving
this unknown sounds becomes clear
Rain...
most hate this natural occurence
but this to me is relaxing
just like the tranquility you can find
in the spectacular area of Ibiza
things start to dwindle out of mind
like a flooded drain spinning clear
then CRASH a crack of lightening
added to my new mix
The WHIR of the wind blowing
through my barely open window
and a slow
bass like RUMBLE of the thunder
creeps in from the distance
as my eyes close my body drifts away
away to a place that is non-existant
as I float away
into this never filling space
all my thoughts come clear
all my stress disappears
everything dancing around in my head
has now formed a party of lights
and additional sound
moving
jumping
spinning
as this mix continues to play
the climax has arrived
everything stops
the light fades in
the music dims out
darkness of the mind disappears
one man entered
another reappeared
a once fragile being
has become hardened
the conscious mind returns
the rain stops
there is silence
as he grabs his bag and utilities
for the journey
he looks into the mirror once more
only not seeing the what was
but the what is
and continues to the door
of the empty apartment
moving onward and upward
to somethingfar beyond what was.

~Rich B.~ `Bull3t`