#PoetryInRoutine
I open the case,
Decipher which left and right,
Pop in the ear buds,
Play a musical delight.
One to match my mood,

Something soft and smooth,
Something to think to,
Nothing vile or crude.
Under the influence of a tune,

Is where my best writing stems,
Relaxation and rhythm,
Indeed, a secret gem.
It's a tool, a comfort for dreamers,
Not talking REM,

Sleep.
In a trance, I don't make a peep,
I can't afford to lose focus,
The message, too deep.