The Music


I get a chance to breathe,

No one else around me,

I have finally found my harmony.

The notes that play under my fingers

And dance through my mind,

Send chills down my spine, 

A rush through my head, 

And I love it. 

No more trouble when the music starts,

The beat of the drum the only thing that matters.

These artists, they understand me.

And through the troubles of the day

I know I can come home

And find my peace

Within the music. 


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