Filled With Sounds (C) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A steel-grey text, tasteless, soundless, meaningless,
made me feel so depressed, trying to remember the
fury of Friday by which I completed checking changes
standing out against the rest, came to nought while
struggling only worsened my sinking into the quick-
sand of emptiness until music lost its beauty, colours
lost their symbolism - everything changed into a grey
spiral taking my spirit further away from the sun, the
delicate netting of my lilac butterfly became lustreless
and my own thoughts became a black hovel which
obstructed the entry to my inner citadel - my mental
sanctuary seemed to have vanished into a Devil Sea
of painfully short sentences of a distressful frequency,
it found no resonance in my heart and soul, I couldn't
concentrate as angst replaced coherency and descent
was imminent - then a sweet caramel dish lifted my
spirits enough so that a translation of André Gide's La
Symphonie Pastorale caught my eye in the library and
delight in such company awakened my feelings and
opened the way to a joyous light filled with sounds
of instruments - and perfumed with sweet incense -