When melancholy takes me I take refuge in the blues,

to soothe the aches that break me when I hear some heavy news,

‘cause when my heart is hurting I can find no better cure

than music for diverting me until I feel secure.

 

I sublimate my weeping to the sound of a guitar,

whose wailing tones are keeping my emotions where they are,

with the volume past eleven so it echoes through my head

and I think that I’m in heaven as it sweeps away the dread.

 

As tension in my shoulders eases off with every note,

the stomach full of boulders now feels more and more remote.

Although I don’t feel better, the despondency’s no worse,

and slowly I’m unfettered as the miseries disperse.