Distance to the Top

The music ascended up the stone stairs

It rings into a baroque acquiescence

Sweet with space and resonance

This is where I've come to live

My body is weathered and old

My spirit is crisp with resignation

I only care about the distance to the top

I close my eyes for transition to sight

I am the notes wafting upwards

The treble cleft floats into the ascension
My eyes open as the music drifts

The notes pluck my aw

And I feel my transition

I only care about the distance to the top

I have no idea how long I have been here
My muscles complain

It's just that my heart resists

The floating treble cleft is that intoxicating

I am the distance in the same moment

As I unfold my legs I promise my return

I only care about the distance to the top