Snug is their touch
and I cup them close-
a doorway, they serve
to a sanctuary
where all my favorite musicians
happen to live.
Turn up the volume
and drown out
the crash bang rhythm
of my upstairs neighbors
or loud guttural roar
of my sleeping partner.
I pull myself
into the musical wonderland
and waltz or samba
between the music shuffle
of emo, pop, metal
and instrumental melodies.
Home in their soft foam cups,
so cradle them close
and form a bond
that keeps them by my side
or at least on my bed,
waiting for my fingers
to weave between the cord
and cups.
My headphones soothe
the construction site of my mind,
and show my muses
a dance floor to pound out their frenzy
and let my eyes weigh heavily
to welcome sleep in for the night.
Poetic Trials 