Music
It flowed through her
It charted a course through her veins
And kept her alive
It kept her heart beating
Allowed her to continue breathing
It flowed from her fingertips
It emanated from her bow
When it danced across the strings
The notes waltzed around her
Filling the void that inhibited her soul
Every emotion had a sound
Every sound had a meaning
Something came over her
The beauty of her music
Entranced those who listened
Her pain and dark thoughts
Captivated the hearts and souls
Of every member in the audience
She composed her thoughts
In a way none understood
No one could explain where
Her music came from
Hauntingly sweet and morbidly beautiful
She was so young
Yet she knew immense pain
The sense of wonder and bewilderment
She left inside people
Was utterly addicting
It kept people coming back
Over and over in hopes of
Just getting the rush of that
Feeling one more time
She gave but never took
Her music was all she needed
It was her perfect escape
And her harshest reality
But it was all she needed
Refuge, release, redemption.
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