Summer Night Poem by Christopher Soto

Summers night, hot and dense
the warm breeze cooling nothing
the atmosphere rather dead.

With music as my only companion
as has been night and night again,
it takes a break and departs my side
and slowly goes to sleep.

Alone I'm left with thoughts,
running heavily through my mind
so fast these thoughts, so quickly flashing
I progressively become blank.

I then realise, that when the music stops
my life stops at its side.
It seems to be that its the only thing
that I live for in this life.

No love for fancy parties,
or socialising with the world
it only wastes the time I have,
which I could have all on my own.

No love for human warmth or touch
no kisses, hugs or anything of such.
The one and only life I get, is when music is by my side.