Keyboards, Pretty Words, Guitar Strings, and Heavy Bass

"Turn that down! All they do is scream!"

"They are expressing themselves. Is that what you mean?"

"How can you concentrate anyways? It's way too loud!"

"Well, guys, I have my own soundproof cloud."

"I still don't get it." 

"I still don't care"

It's my music, my happiness: to have both is rare.

With my speakers blasting feelings and my bass booming beats,

I'll admit, sometimes I want to get up and move my feet.

My music, my room, my creative mind at work.

And to make it all better, I wear my band t-shirt.

There is nothing more easier than being in solitude

with my music too loud and my fingers typing fast; it brightens my mood.

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