On listening to a concert

On listening to a concert
For a while
we inhabit a structure of mellifluous sounds
a cathedral, with the sun flowing through stained glass
For a while
we balance on whorls, spirals, sorties, and crescendos
into purple nooks, on neon platforms
For a while
we shiver in the cold electric ecstasy
of torrents bursting turquoise crystal
For a while
we are coddled in the warm glow
of loving notes that caress and cocoon
For a while.