The man that hath no music in himself,

Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds,

Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;

The motions of his spirit are dull as night,

And his affections dark as Erebus:

                                                  Let no such man be trusted, Mark the music

                                                                        

--William Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice (Act V, Scene 1) 

Disappear

take me to that place,

that place where nobody can find me.

nobody can interrupt me, and nobody can judge me.

i want to disappear

sing me that song,

that song that soothes my soul.

that grabs my heart and cuts me deep.

Can I disappear?

hold still of time

capture it and don't let it slip away.

notes always go beyond minutes

let me disappear

play me a melody,

burn the phrases into my mind, my soul, my heart..

You are here.

Disappear with me for awhile