Headphones

Power on,
Connected.
Sliding over my ears and closing the doors behind it,
Sealed off from the outside world.

Sealed off from the bad noise,
The blood, the guns, the fear.
Away from the people noise,
Nothing can reach me in here.

Soft comforting hands,
Slowly covering my ears,
A warm peaceful hug,
Thoughts passing through me.

The sound resonates within,
The rhythm is close to heart,
My small silent grin,
Joy drawn from art.

Gripping my head,
A projectile of music,
Obsidian headphones,
Power Off.