Music

I wrote this in June 1996. A very simple one but I've always liked it! I wonder what I was trying to hide from?

MUSIC

I wish I were the music,
drifting through the air.

If you didn't like me,
you could turn me off.
But if you did,
you could play me over and over.

Drifting through the air,
Music is beautiful,
until it disappears
into the nothingness of the air.

If I were the music, I could be

Beautiful.

If I were the music, I could

Disappear.