The Sky is Everywhere

Sometimes, songs
Take all the things that make novels magic
And sum them up at warp-speed
Condensing the aura together

Like sunshine wrapped neat
In melodic strings and cords;
Shiny crescendos and overtures

Today, I found a match
A novel jingling with life,
And a song acquainting color with sound

Eclipsing one another in the sky of my soul
Filling it to the brim of my existence
And smashing me whole