It saves me.

It's noise - 

Systematic noise - 

Noise so primal that it enters my body

And grabs on to me.

It latches on and feeds me

The connection between it and I 

The most intimate that I have ever experienced. 

When I am happy

It picks me up 

And helps me soar,

A current running beneath me. 

When I am angry,

When I approach the edge

Of a deep, infinite canyon

It takes me in its arms

And embraces me. 

If music did not exist

I can not imagine feeling true hope

Or true joy. 

I can only imagine numbness

Like a blackhole inside me

Sucking in, and in, and in,

Until I implode.

Music is the smell of chocolate chip cookies

Rising steadily in the oven;

The sensation of sweat and inevitable bonding

When hundreds of souls gather to experience a concert;

The drop of the stomach

When the roller coaster accelerates

Over the Big Hill;

The tenderness of a hug

From someone who cares about me deeply. 

Music is what saves me.