All I Need is Harper Lee
If I were stranded on an island, I would bring my guitar
Music is a universal language, and that's what makes it beautiful
It cannot be seen with the eyes, but felt with the heart
It makes me ache, it makes me leap
It is born of anger, and it is born of glee
Like a wave, it rises and falls, meeting and leaving the shore again and again
Every note and chord leaves a different taste
Sour, spicy, sweet, or sickening
Arrangement is everything, timing is punctuation
Words ride the vessel of sounds, carrying a message or feeling
The heart shrivels without music
So if I were stranded on an island, I would bring my guitar