The Melodic Sanctuary



There was a void within him,
A vast, cavernous emptiness
That stretched across his existence.
It gnawed at him,
Hungry for something
He could not quite grasp.
He was a man devoid of spirituality,
An atheist in a world
That seemed to teem
With believers
And their fervent convictions.
Yet, amidst the noise
And chaos of his life,
There was a sanctuary he sought,
A refuge that could soothe
The tumultuous tempest of his soul.

In those moments,
When the strains of music
Emerged from the depths
Of silence,
His world transformed.
There was an alchemy at play,
As if the ethereal whispers
Of melody
Were the enchanted incantations
That could bind
His fragmented spirit
And make it whole.
The harmonies flowed through him,
As though they were channeled
From a realm beyond,
Bridging the vast
Chasm of his disbelief.

He stood there,
Alone in his room,
With only the flickering light
Of a solitary candle
To illuminate his chosen altar,
A turntable that spun vinyl discs
Like ancient relics.
He carefully lifted the needle,
Allowing it to delicately caress
The black grooves,
And then a symphony rose
From the speakers
With an otherworldly cadence.

At once, his heart began to beat
In syncopation with the rhythm,
As if the pulse of the universe
Resided within those electrified notes.
The sounds danced and twirled,
Intoxicating his senses,
A euphoria far more transcendent
Than any religious epiphany
He had ever encountered.
It unravelled the fatigue
Of his troubled mind,
An elixir that alighted his spirit
And breathed life
Into the darkest corners
Of his existence.

In those moments,
It was as if he glimpsed divinity
Within the harmonious tapestry.
It was a haunting communion,
Where melodies intertwined
With his very essence,
His fears,
Hopes,
And dreams
Entwined with every note played.
The crescendos unleashed a squall
Of emotions,
A storm that engulfed him entirely,
And he reveled in the tempest.
It was within
This carnal maelstrom
That he truly felt alive,
A soul set free,
Soaring to the highest heights.

Wow, the power of those sounds!
They resonated
With something primal,
Something deep within him.
In a symphony's swells
And gentle lulls,
He found sanctuary.
The music revealed secrets untold,
Whispering ancient tales
Of forgotten realms
And parallel universes.
It was an ethereal language,
And he was its devout disciple,
A veritable conduit
For the magic it wove.

And so, he stood there,
On the precipice of that empty void,
Fearlessly embracing
The rapture of the sounds
That radiated from his turntable.
In those moments,
He found solace in the absence
Of answers,
The absence of a higher power.
The melody that carried him
To those highest heights,
That bound him in a spiritual embrace,
Was proof enough
Of a complex world
Much grander than his own.

He didn't need religion or worship.
He needed the music,
A celestial revelation
That filled the void within him
And made him whole.
In those harmonies,
He glimpsed his own salvation,
A testament
To the enchantment
That resided
In the artists' every stroke
And the resonance that echoed
Within him.
And so, he stood there,
Night after night,
Letting the strains of music
Wash over him,
Cradling his spirit
And nourishing the emptiness
He had thought could never be filled. 
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Written on July 02, 2023

Submitted by JoeStrickland on July 02, 2023

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Joe Strickland

Writer from South Carolina. Recently signed first publishing contract and is waiting for release date of first collection of poetry. I've never written a poem while completely sober. You can follow me on Twitter/X @JoeStricklandAU more…

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  • Kaytee
    Great poem! Music really is a balm for the soul. Love it!
    LikeReply 111 months ago

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