Music.
Childhood memories floating in your mind
Cures for sadness,healing for pain
The words of a song,spinning around you,
impaling daggers in your heart,
letting the sentiment pour out.
An escape from the reality you’re living in,
Escape from problems,sadness,and the truth.
The only thing that stays,
When everything and everyone else is gone.
The passion and love you put into a piece
A track replaying in the back of your mind,
Reminding you of a certain time.
Music isn’t about playing what’s put in front of you
It’s the voice of your soul,
the beat of your heart,
the breath in your lungs,
the movement in your arms,
Your very existence itself.
As said,
When words fail,
music speaks.
God of Words and broken things 