There was I this Sunday afternoon
Sitting in the coolness of the lounge,
Music was playing for me,
The gentle sound of Morricone.
I picked up my book
And started to read.
The words and the music combined,
Combined in my mind,
Combined in my soul.
My relaxation was complete
As I lost myself in the words on the page,
And the music in air.
The hours flew by in seconds,
Lost in my own world,
Where the troubles of my world
Became invisible in my mind,
As I was lost in music and words.