Music might help with it's melodies,
However it is still has no effect,
Still there are no remedies.
Just songs to select.
Some might say it is a cure.
Some might say it is a place.
I say sure,
But sometimes my ears might think it is a waste
When I hear certain music,
It makes me think of him.
I can't help but feel sick.
Like I want to drown, not swim.
And as I listen to the violin,
It reminds me of what we could have been.