Fiona Evans

Music is

A key,

Releasing me,

Like a horse freed from its reins.

I dive into a world reborn,

Where I am immersed in

A blanket of contentment,

Just like a snow-covered house.

Music is

A thrilling ride,

Swerving up and down,

Like a slippery eel in the Atlantic,

Through styles and moods,

Like any teenager would.

Music is

Silk, beautiful and gentle,

Waving on a clothesline

To all who pass by.