Captive

Rain drips down and I don’t notice.
I am caught by a thought,
And captive to a song.
And the rain drizzles down 
Around and wets my top.
And I don’t care.
Rain on.
Rain on.
I am safe within my thoughts.
You cannot wet me ‘nough
To drown the muse.
So sweet
The perfect thread 
That rolls out line by line
And cares not for the drip, the drop.
I am safe, am safe, within the perfect thought,
The willing captive to a canopy of song.