my eyes glaze over

as the music flows into my heart,

rooting in my veins,

   it tickles my fingertips 

  and turns the air electric,

his voice

 raw and enchanting

  makes the roots grow,

   weaving through my aorta and

    arteries

strong and violent,

piercing through my soft, pink skin

and where it only grew weeds and dirt before,

is now a garden in full bloom

if only for a minute or two - i will let it blossom and grow