• Music

    Noise
    Roaring in my ears
    Then nothing
    I am in my own world
    Just me
    and my music.

    My heart
    my soul
    music.
    We become one
    my movements become fluid

    My hands
    moving grace,
    start to play
    out
    my soul.

    Music,
    my poetry
    with notes like words
    writing
    playing,
    my feelings.

    This is me,
    who I truly am.
    I can be myself.
    Music
    is from my heart.

    Slowly
    softly
    I play.
    my thoughts come out
    my music.

    I am alone,
    no one can tell me
    who.
    to.
    be.
    I just play
    that’s all I can do.

    I am playing
    hardly aware
    my hands are moving.

    Sometimes,
    tears falling,
    rolling,
    down.
    Tears become music,
    soft,
    flowing,
    sound.

    Anger,
    my fingers hammering.
    Loud,
    strong,
    fast,
    this enraged tone.

    Joy.
    moving
    lively,
    deftly
    lightly.
    My heart,
    beating quickly,
    my fingers dancing.

    My emotions
    pouring out
    music
    is my relief
    from the world,
    from everything.

    Music.
    is my passion,
    my friend.
    It gives me
    the hope,
    the courage,
    to go on.
    It lets me
    be.
    me.

    Ready to go back,
    back to reality.