Deja B. Spratley

Power Of Change

 

Music, music, music, I need you everyday.

You make me smile, you make me cry, you amp me up, and you calm me down.

You are so beautiful, so mystical, something that can just transform in so many ways.

How do you do it? How does it work?

The sound of the rain and the rush of the wind don’t compare to your serenity or your intensity.

Actors and actresses try to convey emotions on the screen, but behind the speaker is where the emotion is felt. 

Through you is where the truth spills out into my ears and down into my soul. 

Everyone knows you, everyone wants to perfect you,

But why?

You are so powerful, so strong, you are so extraordinary. 

I could listen to you for hours, listen to you speak to me, cry to me, pour out your soul to me.

If sometimes almost regret not discovering your beauty sooner. 

I do often wish that I had learned to play the piano at a young age so that at times like these, when I finally realize how precious you really are, I can truly create a masterpiece that’ll live on and on through the decades and the eras.