• I strum a chord

    The sound echoes my room; the vibration brings me to life

    I feel the music swiftly circulate through my body

    My heart is music, my brain is music, and music is in my veins

    Music is the string that keeps me alive

    As the music fades away, I freeze, I am motionless, and the world means nothing

    The music stops………………nothing matters…………

    Nothing………

    I strum another chord and the world has meaning

    I rise to the sound; the sound seems to rise with me

    I feel invincible, nothing can destroy me

    As I play, I feel as I’m washing my sins, my regrets

    The sound controls my body, but my body controls the sound

    I don’t guide the music, for it decides my next move

    I let it take control, it feels good

    I feel rhythm, I feel love, I feel lost, I feel music