Music the Savior

Would you like to know what I need?

Guess what I need fully, and not even partially?

The very thing that keeps blood rushing through my arteries

The rhythms, ideas, and melodies that dictate my actions

It who powers this human contraption

It who gives me passion

It who I’ve fashioned into a weapon of compassion

It who motivates and drives me in the wake of chaos

And who preserves my sanity

Restraining that carnal animal man in me

I’ll tell you candidly, its name is music

A lifesaver amidst this cosmic torrent laced with abhorrent organisms that torment

Guitar strings compose my ligaments

While stream-of-consciousness spoken word verses launch off my tongue so intricate

My heart sings with the hum of a harp

Beating to a metronome heard without a stethoscope

My holy book took the form of an arpeggiator

As I began to spread its message with dedication

I am a walking instrument, intent on the art’s preservation

Chiming audibly while synths blare demonically

Pardon me

But this art form freed me

Believe me

When all else crumbled in thunderous descent, music’s cocoon offered solace

And all of this is factual, I promise
Reared in the nursery of John Lennon and Deep Puddle Dynamics

I only thank music for its role on the planet today

So I salute you on this earthly stage on which we play