ESCAPE

If you enter my house, among the many things you will find is my music collection. Stones, The doors, Aerosmith, Led, Alanis, Meredith, Sheryl...oh, so many names. They have the power to really change my mood, so I respect all of them...in their styles. Mick brings me up, Jim gives me some tragedy (and we all need some of it every now and then), Robert tells me there's still hope, Alanis cries out loud "I UNDERSTAND YOU". But there are days when I just wanna feel there is sowhere I belong to, so I put on some aerosmith and Steven tells me stories about myself, my past, my crimes, my good deeds. And If those memories mess with my mind and bring me down, I try Oasis. Those guys will cry with me during one song, bring me up during the next, make me hate the world during the third one. But they remind me too much of the Beatles, so I try John, but ....oh...I hate john...so self assured. Paul is ok, but we just dont connect. Ringo makes me laugh for a while and I start to believe in life again. So George gets in and reminds me there's a supreme being who is always looking after me. I am safe. Calm. Warm in bed. But it is yet kind of lonely...Simply Red...Neil...I dont feel so empty anymore...I feel alright...just letting the song carry me...and then she comes....smiling and laughing...Miss Krall...walking over her piano...her feet touching the notes...my head touching the clouds...Diana...Diana