The music

When the music is heard
and it seems too good to be true
it fits into the realms of fantasy
because reality checks
always play out of tune.

But mental headphones cut out the din
of off-key and deadly scenarios
to bring in the music of "let me love you"
as if love ever needs permission.

Round and round, the notes turn around
when there's no one to set eyes upon
and each/every night is a lonely night
when there's no one to say it's alright -
but the music of love plays on
in the mind of a woman loved or unloved
based on perceptions of real.

And if love is too good to be true
the world surely will start out anew
because then it has lost the plot
of what was intended to be!