From inside me

I speak not with words

I write not with letters

The melody in my heat runs a different path

My fingers bleed with the strain of the string

I struggle to talk, but the music talks as it sings

My heart cries out in every chord I create

Every bar

Every verse

Every chorus escapes

See music is only as good as the heart it's made by

Blood

Sweat

Tears hidden in a creative disguise

I let the music out to weigh out the good and the bad

I let it run free, relased with open hands

The music doesn't control me, it's not in the songs that I sing

The music is mine, and it's from inside me.