Tears like oceans filling the boats of my face,
the swelling of pain begins again.
Earbuds in and volume growing,
the loneliness and heartache is overtaken.
From rap to classical,
each genre has a job.
Anger and stress are quickly forgotten,
and replaced with the heartbeat only created by joy.
Drowning out the voices,
made only to critique,
music fills in the empty spaces
of a head in need.
Nothing can compare,
to the storm of relief
that re-waters the flowers
and reminds the world to smile again.