Quiet
Lost and deserted,
Trapped and lonely.
Sun above,
Sand below.
These are the things I’m stuck with.
Beats and rhythms,
Tunes and harmonies.
Sweet melodies,
Meaningful lyrics.
These are the things I long for.
Beethoven and Shinedown,
Old and new.
Moonlight Sonata,
Second Chance.
Music is all I want.
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