The Most Beautiful Thing

Beauty in all its forms:

Obsidian scrawls on a papyrus paper, with

            A visually pleasing air

Introspective rhythms escaping my own or another’s tongue

Air blown into a silver streak or

Bowing with a rapidity to some unnamed savior

Despairing or excitatory,

            Quaint or hostile,

Frustration or jubilance

            A caress or a stampede

All of them are one and the same

Each producing this strange

Almost hallucinatory

Comfort that humans have named Imagination

Have named “I Feel You!” or “Saaaaaaaame.”

Have named, well, Comfort

            A repose from the world

This is what I could never live without.

Music.

People come and go, whether intentional or not

            (the latter being the saddest)

Music is omnipresent, inevitable

A reprieve from the dangers

            The fears

            The insecurities

Of the world

It is my security blanket, embroidered with

Newsies

            And Hamilton

And Wicked

            And Bonnie & Clyde

And Ed Sheeran

            And Marianas Trench

And Demi Lovato

It’s always been there, when all else

            Has failed

Music.

It is a reflection of life, introspection

            At its finest

It is my mirror, my friend

            In which joys and resentments alike are confided

It exhilarates emotions further

Assures that solitude

            Has never really been “a thing”

Confidence exudes with Bareilles’s “Brave”

            Or Lane’s “Opening Titles”

Jubilance pervades with Tchaikovsky’s “Russian Dance”

            Or One Direction’s “Live While We’re Young”

Bittersweetness reflects in Lonestar’s “I’m Already There”

            Or Miranda’s “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story”

Sadness duets in Larson’s “Goodbye Love”

            Or The Script’s “Breakeven”

Identity is found in Gaga’s “Born This Way”

            Or Jackson’s “Black or White”

It doesn’t matter what it is.

It’s music.

It’s literature and rhythm

Tantalizing sounds and crystalline backdrops

Omniscience and pervasion

Universal and personal

Music has always been there

Been my way to escape

            To progress

            To heal

            To share

            To create

            To help and to comfort not only myself

But others

It’s brought me closest to everything

            I love in my life

It will be there always

For I don’t know how I could live without it.