A Sonnet for Music
Horrible days often are so silent
No words to speak nothing to listen to
The nature of those days can be violent
One moment you're fine, the next you feel blue
It's like a part of you has gone away
You feel hollow, your heart gets heavy
Without the beat everything seems cliché
Then you push play and your steps get steady
Your blood starts pumping and your smile grows
The excitement follos and your day clears
You start to dance and now everbody knows
You can't live without the music in your ears
Your drug like addiction is your music
As long as your heat beats you will use it