Music is the voice of the soul–
The melody of pain and pleasure
Intertwined within the bonds of memory,
Of denial, of joy and sadness.
Music is the face of life–
The highs and lows of the notes,
The contours–scars and scratches,
Every day’s soothing touches.
Music is the mirror of my being–
The reflection of the beauty and insanity that I take
The illusion of smiles and laughter I give,
Reality and illusion, at the same place and time.
Music is the flavor of the seasons–
Seasons of madness, of purity, of greatness
Seasons of failure, of frustration and success
The aroma and taste of the sweet, savory life.
Music is the voice when you can’t speak
The strength when you are weak
The tears when you have none to shed
The blood when you think you’re dead.