tale to tale

Music is the best medicine.
I can feel the vibrations
Scattering across my skin
Like ten-thousand tiny hands - 
As my body is conducted.

The eyebrows are puppets
To the strings of a violin.
The drumkit is my childhood,
With old cymbals of the sea.

And a voice of a man
Making his life his own,
A life in the bright sun
Atop the golden ladder.

And a double bass;
Which in sheer ecstacy
I did not hear,
As it beat in my blood.