Music and Me
Music, my only solace
She is there at my beck and call
She bellows into my drums
With a labyrinth of rhythms so airy
I can feel it numbing my fingertips
As the hairs on my arms take a stand
Following each note at their highs and lows
Isolating each individual instrument
Fixating on the component that
Drowns amongst its fierce leaders
It goes often unrecognized, but I hear you
I hear you louder than ever
I wonder where you were all along
How could I have missed such a sound
A world without music is a world without color.
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