Music

It starts out simple,

it flows through my bones

as a river flows through a marsh,

one chord as my fingers achingly slide

around the strings or keys.

15 is my lucky number.

Its the amount of instruments my brain knows,

each I know what to play

while each instrument knows what to say.

 

As my emotions take over my life

music grabs my hearts

music shows me light

each genre

each voice

Music twists my mind.

twisting in such a way all I recieve

is creativity and inspiration.

 

Through the bass and treble music has held me up

restless nights become into replenished days ahead

music flows through my ears

my brain

my heart

my soul 

It courses through my veins.

 

The notes of life can either be hard or easy 

decide the rythym and pace

decide the dymnamic and cresecendos

Everything starts with imagination,

The creativity flows in my blood stream.

Music is theraputic for my soul.