Alan S. Austin
Arizona Playwright • Writer • Poet
  

The Music

one eye felt the cool rock on his cheek

his hands were tied behind his back
a tight band blocked his sight

he struggled
then a voice

welcome

and he relaxed
and his hands were free

still he could not see

we have waited a long time for you

one eye heard music
he had never heard before

and it took him where he had never been
and his fear vanished

he did not know how to describe it
only felt joy

you have much to learn

the music grew louder and
one eye slept again