I look around.
The air is filled
with car horns
with hisses
with shouts
with footsteps
with bells.

I want to fill it
with notes
with melodies
with tunes
with sweet nothings
with music
with a soundtrack
to life
and its endless beat.

I look inside.
I am filled
with doubt
with insecurity
with despair
with hope
with love.

I want to fill myself
with melodies
with tunes
with sweet nothings
with music.
With a soundtrack
to my soul;
a companion
to my heart.

I want to tell
the world
the people
the earth,
That it, that they
are not alone.
That there is a song
that plays in time
only for
and with

you.