The fleeting feeling

So close, but so fleeting,
the feeling was deepening,
digging wells deep into the soul,
revealing to me my innermost self.
Soaked in joy, of the sweetest music,
i let it dig;
deeper and deeper it went along,
and revealed to me all,
the most intimate chords of life.
Until the one time, when,
through holes left unfilled in the concious,
it flowed out to another land, another soul,
leaving behind empty grounds,
naked chords, strummed around by the devilish winds,
all a cacaphony, all companied by unbound pain,
and so deep had it gone, there was no espace,
the graves had been dug, by the winds of time,
and the only escape was peace,
and so i went to sleep in deeps of my own.