Musical Fallout Shelter

Music is fallout

That wrenches the soul

From the moment

To post traumatic,

Collecting memories

And compounding them,

Succussing to potency

The dissipating waves

Along the stress disordered shore.

Music is shelter

That protects the soul 

From its storms,

Two eyes keeping watch – 

The window of the soul

And the eye of the storm –

Envisioning shapes in the air

Only our ears can see

Of a postcard perfect shore.