Been holding onto this picture for three months, trying to figure out how to write it. Realized yesterday that it's supposed to be a poem. Not sure how it works (poetry isn't my forté), but here it is for your enjoyment. Comments welcome.

Airport Music

Walking with my head down,
carpet tiles rush toward me,
then disappear behind.
People part around me.
I am alone
with myself
not speaking.

The music twines through them
past my invisible barrier
inviting itself in
without asking
it touches me
then dances away
unseen.

I look up to see
only nameless
people
walking
with their heads down
too.

The music reaches out
again
lifting my head
with teasing fingers.
It’s the soundtrack
of a beautiful European movie
where something
magical happens.

I want it to be real.
More than I’ve wanted
anything
in days.

I’m walking with my head up
looking for the magician
who could make such beautiful music,
afraid I’ll walk past a certain point
and the music will retreat
and I’ll will know it was electronic,
piped in and fake
all along.

The people part like curtains
and the magician is revealed
(dressed in black
like all good magicians)
sitting on a stool
with a violin.

I gave him money.
For bringing magic
to my world.

He winked at me.

Portland, Oregon January 2011
Copyright March 19, 2011
by Tesi