My One True Need
Music is all I need to live.
It shelters me from the terrible silence
I drink in its delicious sensations and realization
and am clothed immaculately in its rhapsodies.
Music is a universal language.
It thrives where words falter
The most fatal of wounds heal with its touch
It exists across continents and throughout time
Music thrums with great power.
It ends wars and brings peace
It creates fairylands and battlefields.
Some are astounded by it, others fear it.
It can stand obstinate and unchanging like a stone
or flourish and develop like a young wood.
Music is a living, breathing existence.
Sometimes it keeps me company when I am alone.
I hear it scream and rage with passion
It keeps me up at night with its great complexities.
A Great Painter, it renders the world around us in multicolor
And I am lost to the world as it steals my mind.
This is all I need to live.
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