Sometimes in the early morning
after my man has left for work,
but before I have left our bed,
I hear a melody playing behind
my eyelids, soft yet insistent.
Instantly, though, once I open
my eyes, the sweet strains are
dissipated, music diffused all
throughout the greater cosmos,
and in vain I seek the source.
Creeping stealthily from covers
I tiptoe through our quiet home
pausing with held breath hoping
to surprise the makers of music,
but at hide and seek they excel.
The tiny musicians, for they must
be faeries, or related small folk,
lurk just outside of my eyesight’s
range, giggling giddily of that I
am sure; mischief is their nature.
So I return to bed, to the comfort
of my blankets and snuggle down in
a cloud of cool cotton and fleece.
My breaths lengthen, my eyes close,
and the music begins playing again.
I actually do hear phantom music, and have my entire life. Until I mentioned it to someone else I just assumed everyone heard it. While that used to freak me out, now I just accept the music as a quirky blessing. It’d be nice, though, if I could get a number one hit out of it.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
That is interesting. (Can you tune in to different stations?) I don’t hear phantom music, but I do occasionally think I hear someone saying my name every now and again. I’ll look around suddenly, but everybody is just walking down the street going about their business. It’s all a bit disconcerting.
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No to different stations. It’s a faintly Celtic sound. It took me many years to put a name to it because as a kid I didn’t know the word.
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You’re lucky to have such a great genre in your head. I wouldn’t mind Celtic music. If it was rap, I might jump out a window.
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That would be awful.
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It really would. 😦
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And people probably are saying your name–just to mess with you.
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I wondered about that too. I don’t know who goes around telling everyone my name, though. 🙂
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