Children Of Music Poem by Leah Ayliffe

The ice around my soul
in the winter of my life
is warmed by the memory
of my night life family

In the heat of the crowd
dripping love from our bodies
we break free, escape
I found home

Retriving our secret weapon
in the washroom stall
popping a thing we call happiness
in pixie dust we trust, and fly

Where glittering stars welcome the beginning
we arrive, wide starry eyed
hout after hour, a groove grabs hold
all smiles
making heaven out of the flames of hell

We all look mad
craving shadows of darkness
creatures, gripping to the night
but dawn breaks anyway

Shattered fantasies with the rising sun
sounds strange to say
strangers have found me in song
brothers and sisters, children of the music

The memory of my happy times
finding others like me
dancing through colour in the black of night
reminds me that I am not alone
that I am still lost
that I can find home again