Give Me Excess

Without another,
music is my company
If its the food of love,
I manically demand more
devouring the souls of others
with my ears

transposed, they serve as surrogates -
voices to soothe, comfort,
anger, provoke and excite.
Their insight filling an empty soul,
wholeness resulting from sounds living again
and again through inhuman interface.

This being is humanised, enriched,
moved beyond mere existence,
improved with music.

it's the elixir of rhythm
the ambrosia of melody
an ecstasy of harmony

when the needle hits the groove
its better than smack, cheaper than LSD.

music is my drug of choice.