My Music
My melodies float around my mind,
Singing in my ears and surrounding with their power
They echo throughout my thoughts and hopes,
Piecing together what I cannot create on my own.
My music makes me whole,
Allows me thought,
Gives me breath.
My melodies create my story,
Weaving the tales my life has created,
For myself,
For my family,
For my future.
Without music, there is no me,
For in its refrains,
I am whole,
I am true,
I am me.
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