Flies of Butter

Harmonica plays my song of heart
Weaving a melody that traps me in it
I drown in the feel and sound of the art
As butterflies above me float and flit
They dive beneath invisible waves
And collect in my center to give me shivers
The flies of butter hide in my caves
Then erupt and jump like fish from rivers
I breathe in the blue of the music and sound
The butterflies exit with the air I wonder where the creatures are bound
When they leave my center and throat with care
I am left hollow inside
Void of the pleasure of nervous excitement
I find myself on the music's tide
As it reseeds and leaves me in the silent.