Words that are translated from paper to song,

Melodies and beats that just play along,

In any language, to and fro,

Music is my world and that I know.

Pop in those headphones,

Crank the volume up loud,

'Cause even when I am alone,

There is always a crowd.

Singing sweet lullaby's or songs of hope,

Music becomes that life saving rope,

That guides and supports through every mood,

Even on an island where I might be screwed.

Silence may be a sound to fear,

But not when my music is near.