As humans we take for granted 

so many things.

And it is times like these

that make me stop and think-

 

What can I not live without?

What is the one thing that undoubtedly holds me,

guilts me and shames me,

for I know it is not my family, 

despite all they have done.

 

This one thing-no-this one

entity of nearly absurd greatness,

this utterly flawed but perfectly imperfect

vehement creature-

and what is this sweltering,

magnificent

beast?! You ask-

 

music.

Music, it has always been music

and will remain the same. 

Without music there would be no joy,

no sorrow, no feeling at all.

Without music there would be no culture, no love, 

without music humans would amount to nothing greater than

walking sacks of organs and bones.

 

Music is what keeps my heart beating,

though it may beat slow,

I know and have confidence only when 

my calloused fingers press against the metallic strings only when

I feel the non-ivory keys slap the wood in melodic harmonies only when

I blast my ears with the making of Billy Idol, Boston, and Lady Gaga- to name a few

and it is in these instances that I feel whole.

 

Completely out of myself, but myself all at the same time

and I still wonder how that can be.

For music is more than a collection of notes,

music is more than anything I will ever be,

and when the drum of the world

seems to beat me down,

when the chorus of voices sings against

me, and against those who face the same,

music comforts me, reminds me, and

sings softly to me and to the remaining world that listens:

'maybe, just maybe,

she was born that way'