the music

The music cures; my soul is crying,

The music cures; my heart is dying.

The music speaks in many ways,

Even on my darkest days.

I listen close, sink into my skin

I listen close, take a deep breath in

Music speaks, tells me I’ll be okay

Music screams, “You’ll be happy someday”

The melodies of love, the harmonies of passion

The melodies of hate, the harmonies of frustration

I feel the power, the overwhelming emotion

the intensity of a chord, and then the resolution.

The healing of a beautiful song,

The warmness of a quiet tune…

It mends my broken heart,

I know I’ll be happy soon. 

 

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